Still your hands
And still your heart
For still your face
Comes shining through
Still your mind
Still your soul
For still
The fare of love is true
And I am breathless without you

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4 responses to this post.

  1. la mine e noroi.
    a plouat mult si m-a udat pana la piele(care strat nu stiu sigur),
    mi-am murdarit picioarele de-atat noroi.
    ma usuc in fiecare seara.
    cred ca e bine

    din cand in cand …mi se face dor
    si nenorocire, azi a nins, n-a mai plouat.
    azi mi-a fost dor mai mult ca inainte…for still the fare of love is true and I am breathless…

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  2. si chiar n-am vorbit la figurat

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  3. aici e urat afara, frumos inauntru 🙂

    mi-s ude palmele de dor de voi …

    am avut nevoie de timp fara tine, ca sa stiu … sa aflu, de fapt; ma tot intreb ce faci, nu ma impiedica nimic sa te sun, dar mai aman momentul.

    sper sa te gasesc bine … mai bine.

    tzuc! –> asta ca sa ne mai prostim!

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  4. eu nu mai am nevoi de timp ca sa aflu.

    voi sunteti…
    moi … j’ai les meilleures “lunettes” du monde!

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