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My head lays on my pillow...
I looked into her eyes
I got lost in their depth...
She was drinking at a party
On a raging New Year's Eve...
Dear the luckiest guy in the world, I don't know...
All I know is you are the luckiest guy...
I told you to go to hell, clutching the phone to...
I hung up the phone, tears streaming down my face...
He needed her kiss
She longed for his touch...
No uttered words the poet speaks,
No skies of golden hue...
Silently
We were out for walk when I turned her way...
In a little home, all alone; there once lived a...
beautiful, five feet seven, her hairs had lovely...
We will live through the days
No matter if it is sun or rain...
Sorry if this sucks, just had to get everything...
I don't know why its hard for me...
Now that Im Honest,
I think you should know...