Still Of The Night, by jeanimoo
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In the still of the night
while I am still sleeping
you show up in front of me
and we are finally talking
like you should of done
long ago.
I love to look into your
eyes, as that look you
have still melts my heart.
In the still of the night
while I am still sleeping
you show up in front of me
as if I am rehearsing all
the things I am gonna say
I surely hope I get it
right, when I finally stand
in front of you!
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Posted: 2005-10-02 04:19:25 UTC |
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