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11-12-2011, 11:03 AM
I dream that I have you with me
I believe that dreams are sacred
once, we were walking
observing Gardens blooming.
The days of hope
The nature was calling
Wishes were whispering
This frail world
My only rest, with you criss...
Last edited by liza oliveira; 05-19-2012 at 11:29 AM.
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