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I took her by the arm and ask her to retrieve.

She looked at me, scared eyes I see, willing to forgive.

I asked her one more time, she glanced again at me,

tears droped her face, oh wet embrace, and cryed compulsively.

I held her close against my chest,she faught to stay away

she couldn't do it, not right now, as I asked her not to stray.

I spent my night with her, on empty room, our shelter's floor

We fell asleep, slept deeply deep and all was like before.
 
drunfs @ 27-02-2009 1:21:25, actualizado a 30-03-2011 15:30:28
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