duminică, 27 februarie 2011

Nothing


Nothing can be more real

Than the love that once united us
Nothing can caress
Like the rain that kisses your hand

My love, my love


 Nothing can comfort
Like the tear that washes your trace
Let spring grow above it
And a flower to bring me
From beyond, your perfume
My love, my love

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