Thursday, March 19, 2009
think
such a lovely morning, to start looking for the love of my life. where are though i'm tired of waiting so i'll come to you. roses are red, violets are blue, i'll save my last dance till' i found you. that's along time ago. now i'm really sure that you're different. i'm happy still being with you, but not the same as the past. but i'm still hoping if i was wrong
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