Sleep
When I look at her face, it looks like one of an angel.
She opens her eyes and looks at me, and begins to smile at me.
Then I wake up and realize it was a dream,
then I feel alone and look around to see her,
but she is not there and I suddenly feel depressed
and realize
that she can never love me
for she does not even see me standing
and see that my love for her is so great that I would
die for her.
She opens her eyes and looks at me, and begins to smile at me.
Then I wake up and realize it was a dream,
then I feel alone and look around to see her,
but she is not there and I suddenly feel depressed
and realize
that she can never love me
for she does not even see me standing
and see that my love for her is so great that I would
die for her.
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| Auteur: Federico | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 12 januari 2001 | ||
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