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This song is for you Ani,
I've written it long ago
I hope the lyrics won't be lousy
Since that oddly plain day,
I've seen you Daria
many times when I lay
Close my eyes and pray to Gaia (earth in greek mythology..)
Help me out, let me be
the way I wanted to see
our common love
our shared grove
Finnally, Angela,
you are my one and only
I've travelled many seas, and many countries
ANd I swear I don't want to see this
Sophia anymore, Gladiss,
you know there's only you
In my life of bliss
eheh I know it sux..but I feeled the urge to write down something
aw ure so cute i jsut wanna bite you-- so am io this Angels your speaking of? LOL jk... janaaaaaaaaa ure jsut toooo hamooooooooooov
This song is for you Ani,
I've written it long ago
I hope the lyrics won't be lousy
Since that oddly plain day,
I've seen you Daria
many times when I lay
Close my eyes and pray to Gaia (earth in greek mythology..)
Help me out, let me be
the way I wanted to see
our common love
our shared grove
Finnally, Angela,
you are my one and only
I've travelled many seas, and many countries
ANd I swear I don't want to see this
Sophia anymore, Gladiss,
you know there's only you
In my life of bliss
eheh I know it sux..but I feeled the urge to write down something
Last sentence meant: and that my every words hit you like sharp stones?
It was nothing against you, I swear!
Bon, bon...juste pour toi..
Il y en a qui pourraient vous dire qu'il est un peu bizarre,
Certains diront même qu'il y a quelquechose de louche dans son regard.
Mais mes amis, mes chers Arméniens,
N'en croyez rien de tout cela, je vous préviens!
Ce petit belge, il a un je ne sais quoi,
Dans le domaine de l'humour, il pourrait être Roi!
Maintes fois ou nous n'avions rien à faire,
Nous nous amusions à imiter nos grand-mères..
Et les larmes coulaient,
Et sur ce bonheur, je me saoulais..
Et maintenant, nous voilà
À un de nos moments les plus bas..
Ce garçon, ce cher homme parfois timide
Semble être d'une humeur morbide..
Et le voilà qui m'ignore..
Dans ma vie de forum, c'est l'équivalent de la mort.
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