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May 2014
She lent down beside me
And whispered my name
Told me my life
Would soon not be the sameΒ Β 

I stayed there till dawn
And ate up her words
That the love that I had
Is not what she deserves

And all night around us
the nightingales sang
But how can I look
When I can't understand

Her tone so sour
But words so sweet
A lot to say
is a lot to keep

And if she does love me?
Well I don't have any proof
If I look into her eyes
Maybe I'll find out the truth
A C Leuavacant
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A C Leuavacant  Paris, France
(Paris, France)   
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