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￭ Epistle of a millennial
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2012-01-02 | |
Iíll never feel again your arms around me
Iíll never see your eyes smiling me
This pain I have to suffer it alone
Cuz you arenít here, Iíll dream it on my own.
Iíll dream that my life isnít over
And your heart still belongs to me
But I know that there will be never
In near future, that awesome reality
In which we are together and nobody can stop us
To do anything we want, before this life will end us.
I know I did it by myself, taking this decision
Without consulting you ; itís just in my vision
But plz try to understand that I canít live like this
Iím just a poor soul in which love exists
Unconditional to what will happen to me or to us
My love will be here, and this I canít discuss.
I already miss you and I canít sleep at night
The thought that my bed will be empty
From now on will hold me tight..
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