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Old 05-25-2011, 09:35 AM   #1
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Listening to the small beautiful songs, soothing music, get rid of the past, always haunting . evolution
rotated yellow , already dusty diary, apparently written ... ...
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frivolous now recall the days of ignorance .
memorize those poems written as you ,
possibly immediately they are yet yelabsent from the silence of the memo .
but too allow me to recollect ,
memories that linger in the heart of the little morsel of sadness ,
namely pure and lovely memories of your smiling faces .

lost fair yesterday it?
And you ,
and my past ,
you stepped on the grass ,
left innumerable scent .
miss my skim hand ,
forever lays out the ghost of you .

I am glad I met you ,
When the a.m. sun for I opened the massive bedding :
singing the song of your song always be light ,
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light intonation and a small fiber -step .
I seem to see you hazy in arrival ,
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compliment your exquisite body.

I am glad I met you ,
infinite sunset each evening a tiresome daytime for me away :
you always slowly swinging your clothes ,
in the ruddy Blanket on the smokes, ballet jump ,
beautiful sky reflected on your sunny red face.
confused ,Christian Louboutin, I seemed to look a better tomorrow ,
vision so they won the palm of your hand ,
outline tomorrow's wish.

I am glad I met you ,
whenever torrential rainstorm rinsed my sad :
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colorful body ,
changing the colorful pearls.
at chance I consider of your pulchritude ,
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to find you ,
I scanned the grass ,
find dew.

I am pleased I met you ,
West air chill chilly anytime my heart :
you always roll up the sleet accompanied by a stroll in the sky ,
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in the cluttered land of amazing naturalness.
displeasure, I seem to fear the cold ,
for merely in winter ,
you have no dirt on the scene.
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