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Every night passes on, it’s hard to see our love story ending front of my eyes ..
Come closer and look into my eyes who is else love I got other than yours!
I just can’t live in this life without you
Melting down from your love .. I think of you every night ..
WHEN! .. when you will be between my hands and be mine and I am yours .
.. and I am all yours .. for the sake of the only love don’t go and leave me..
Come closer and look into my eyes who is else love I got other than yours!
I just can’t live in this life without you
Melting down from your love .. I think of you every night ..
WHEN! .. when you will be between my hands and be mine and I am yours .
.. and I am all yours .. for the sake of the only love don’t go and leave me..
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