Without you, the breeze warms, the girl smiles, the cloud moves.
Without you, the tides change, the boys run, the oceans crash.
The crowds roar, the days soar, the babies cry, without you.
The moon glows, the river flows, but I die, without you.
Jag är sjuk.
Laughing and kissing, it's a match made in heaven.
lördag 11 juli 2009
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