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Post by buffysmglover on May 20, 2008 18:09:13 GMT -5
Looking outside I feel the wind. Then I see you there. Alive with the air.
I want to feel you. Touch you. I'll go the distance. For instance:
A look in the eyes And we'll fly through the skies. Face to face We've no history to trace.
So we make it. Fake it. Anything will do. As long as I'm with you.
Meet me in the end Of the end of this world. I've been waiting so long. How could this be wrong?
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