[...]There is so much a man can
tell you, so much he can say
You remain my power,
my pleasure, my pain
To me you’re like a growing
addiction that I can’t deny
Won’t you tell me is that healthy, babe
But did you know, that when it
snows, my eyes become enlarged
And the light that you shine can be seen
Baby, I compare you to a kiss
from a rose on the grave
The more I get of you,
the stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom,
a light hits the gloom on the grave
Angela Aki - Kiss from a rose
Ich liebe dich =)
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Dafne
miércoles, 13 de mayo de 2009
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