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He has such pretty eyes, a delicious
scent and a wonderful smile.
often I want to touch him, then
confess, talk to him. I am so happy, to
be in love again.
but when he passes, my voice
fails, how to tell him without his back being turned
. if only he stopped, if
only he could see me, if only he could
hear that chorus of love.
I tell him: I love you. I tell him, but he doesn't
hear.Always behind him, always
behind him without even knowing whether he loves me
or not.
When I fall asleep, I dream that he is near
me, but when I wake up, I see that he
is not there.
hey doctor, where does my pain come from, tell me
why, every time I see him, I
die?
hey doctor, what are these colds? say
when he passes, I don't hear my
heart beat anymore. why does that make me that doctor?
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