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When It Was You

Somehow it was always you You were the one who had captive my mind You were the one who haunted me in the night. There is something very different in you I know that it can be what we had gone through Maybe it was your fulfilling smile Which I know that sometimes I turned it Into a broken heart. I know that I will keep thinking about you No matter how far am I The memories of you are like if I have you In front of my sight. I told you clearly in French That I loved you, the message was loud and clear But I did those stupid things Just to make sure that you were feeling Something deep for me. I certainly wanted to feel your lips It was never my intention to hurt you That is something that I don’t want to live with. Your stunning ethnic Portuguese-Italian beauty Will keep chasing me I know I want you to have clear That is wasn’t because of me. The only reason that it happened Is because I thought that you were in love with me If it happened or not Those are things that I don’t know. Maybe you will ignore me, but will never forget You will always remain in some part of my heart The one of such a brave and wise man Today you are reading this, tomorrow I will be in war, fighting for what I truly love. When I’m doing something You just simply fade away When I’m in those long hours alone You eventually pass through my deepest thoughts. From a man that seeks justice From a man that pursues glory We both know it on the very inside We still love each other. I will never forget you I’ll remember you at the other side of the world But I’m very happy, cuz we found each other And who would believe That we would end up loving each other. 2018.

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