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Aug 2013
You
And when the night falls you're all that I have left,
A shadow to hide behind,
A pillow to sleep on,
And dream...
Of you.

When the great dark falls,
And the trees sleep,
When my eyes close,
Under the moonlight of December.

Today I saw your figure on the road,
I followed you,
Down the old street,
You passed the abandoned house.
The house you said you wanted to have with me,
With the big garden and the little fountain in the middle.
The one that had a statue on it,
The little angel.
You used to say it was love with his bow and arrows.

I lost you, where are you?
I lost you again.
I must have been dreaming.
I do that sometimes.
It's the only way to see you,
Talk to you.
Touch you, feel your soft skin.
In my dreams in live with.
In life I live for you.
xxc
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xxc  Sweden
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