28 July 2011


elles me manquent elles me manquent elles me manquent......... fin d'aout est si près.

I call the shots

Till you wake up

Count every second on every clock .....

She sleeps so soft

So soft I tread

Arranging papers around the bed

And if she's dreaming deep tonight

I lie with her by reading light

A glass of water by her side

And gone are hopes of getting tired

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