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Murder by passion

With thou in my dreams
with thou in my mind
my world passes by
my life dreams on

Thoughts of thee
thousands of thoughts
fragments of moments
a laugh, a tear, a question

Without thou
my world is empty
without thou
life tumbles down on me

But one day
my world shall end
'cause how do I long for thee
how do I need thee

Murder by passion
passion for thee
Flowers are dead in the winter
but in the spring they shall be

Angel13

05-10-2006

Angel13

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28 juli 2006

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