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You are Shakespeare in a world of fools, poetry in a world of broken words and broken feelings. in a world full of desperate cryings and spiteful noises, You are the jazz instrument that makes it quiet in my mind. You are love in the middle of this war i am fighting with myself. Your lips, pure art, You are the smile that brings colour in this black-and-white world. You a dance in a summer rain, You a rebel lost in a world of rules, a free bird, a mystery, You the richest wine, that makes my dark feelings numb. You, beautiful as Vincent's Starry Night, Your eyes are two blue moons i get lost in You, the one who has a shelter in my mind, You, the purest feet that have ever stepped on my heart. You, the voice that lifts me from the abyss whenever i fall. To be or not to be is no longer a question, to be with You is the only answer.
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Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 12:02 PM UTC
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You are Shakespeare in a world of fools, poetry in a world of broken words and broken feelings. in a world full of desperate cryings and spiteful noises, You are the jazz instrument that makes it quiet in my mind. You are love in the middle of this war i am fighting with myself. Your lips, pure art, You are the smile that brings colour in this black-and-white world. You a dance in a summer rain, You a rebel lost in a world of rules, a free bird, a mystery, You the richest wine, that makes my dark feelings numb. You, beautiful as Vincent's Starry Night, Your eyes are two blue moons i get lost in You, the one who has a shelter in my mind, You, the purest feet that have ever stepped on my heart. You, the voice that lifts me from the abyss whenever i fall. To be or not to be is no longer a question, to be with You is the only answer.
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Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 12:02 PM UTC
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