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when you're alone
thinking that I'm gone
don't you forget
the place where we met

where you already knew
that you didn't have to feel so blue
when my eyes were only set on you

and when you caught my stare
I told myself that I don't care
I had to go and talk to you
without knowing what I'd do

those twenty feet
I felt so incomplete
my heart raced hard
I felt so avangarde

you looked too fine
for me to call you girl of mine
you were like a Bordeux '59

then when I sat down 
next to your chair
your hair
fell on to my hands
and I started my demands 
for your
just a little smile..

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Date: 3/20/2016 11:09:00 PM
I like this one very much, pleasant to read VIC.... SKAT
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