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To the half of my 11 and the co-bearer of an 808

5:59 AM, Wed 29 Jul 2009 .. Posted in Monologues .. 1 comments .. Link
I have never met anyone who liked the same sort of trees as I.



Gorecki, by Lamb

If I should die this very moment
I wouldnt fear
For Ive never known completeness
Like being here
Wrapped in the warmth of you
Loving every breath of you
Still in my heart this moment
Or it might burst
Could we stay right here
Until the end of time until the earth stops turning
Wanna love you until the seas run dry
Ive found the one Ive waited for

All this time Ive loved you
And never known your face
All this time Ive missed you
And searched this human race
Here is true peace
Here my heart knows calm
Safe in your soul
Bathed in your sighs
Wanna stay right here
Until the end of time
til the earth stops turning
Gonna love you until the seas run dry
Ive found the one Ive waited for

The one Ive waited for

All Ive known
All Ive done
All Ive felt was leading to this
All Ive known
All Ive done
All Ive felt was leading to this
Wanna stay right here
til the end of time till the earth stops turning
Im gonna love you till the seas run dry
Ive found the one Ive waited for
The one Ive waited for
The one Ive waited for

Wanna stay right here
til the end of time till the earth stops turning
Im gonna love you till the seas run dry
Ive found the one Ive waited for
The one Ive waited for
The one Ive waited for


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10:11 AM, Tue 11 Aug 2009 .. Posted by struggling businessman
Nice song. advance happy birthday. 'quite busy with sales call here. be helping my folks due to planting season soon in the farm.I miss you but I suppose nobody gives a damn what I feel about you. Anyway, have a great life ahead...

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