In far you go my friend, It was just not mend, To be, to see you. But I'll always feel you. That you where in our life. The proud and joy. Build slow, fast gone. New times will come. New life will rise. The sad reallity will pass. Nature has its own way. |
Saturday, May 21, 2011
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