It is so strange love to look in its look and to see in its soul that does not want to love more me I do not know as were to happen my love for you you only made to grow love well you did not advance you me you deluded me you played you used me as if it was a sheet of paper we write everything in it good things, bad and knows love scribble, I maltreat rip and many times I touch fire plus this so simple leaf is the only thing that knows everything on me and it never disappointed me and you that always I dedicated myself I loved, respected, I cried and I gave to my shoulder pra to cry you who many times to love I swore you perpetual traiu me and mine heart that I could have saved you more my feeling was blind well and made of a blindness my great disiluso has asked for the God who to give the best happiness to you of the world therefore was with its disillusionment that I found my salvation
Monday, January 27, 2014
It Is So Strange Love
It is so strange love to look in its look and to see in its soul that does not want to love more me I do not know as were to happen my love for you you only made to grow love well you did not advance you me you deluded me you played you used me as if it was a sheet of paper we write everything in it good things, bad and knows love scribble, I maltreat rip and many times I touch fire plus this so simple leaf is the only thing that knows everything on me and it never disappointed me and you that always I dedicated myself I loved, respected, I cried and I gave to my shoulder pra to cry you who many times to love I swore you perpetual traiu me and mine heart that I could have saved you more my feeling was blind well and made of a blindness my great disiluso has asked for the God who to give the best happiness to you of the world therefore was with its disillusionment that I found my salvation
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