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Mardi 26 janvier 2010
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01:59
Sorry but I heard what you said
to yourself when you was alone.
You said that your love sufferd and died.
Can I bury this love and mark his grave with a stone?
Sorry but I saw what you did when everybody went out.
You weeped silently when you would like to shout.
I know, your heart is so illuminated but there is a black out
in your mind: you love me but your compass indicate the south!
Your plane is not sure any more, madam, and I prefer to fly
with my own wings. It doesn't matter: like a bird or a butterfly.
But I'll land where you expect the less: in your heart in standing by.
I'am a professionnal, madam, so don't never tell me good bye.
to yourself when you was alone.
You said that your love sufferd and died.
Can I bury this love and mark his grave with a stone?
Sorry but I saw what you did when everybody went out.
You weeped silently when you would like to shout.
I know, your heart is so illuminated but there is a black out
in your mind: you love me but your compass indicate the south!
Your plane is not sure any more, madam, and I prefer to fly
with my own wings. It doesn't matter: like a bird or a butterfly.
But I'll land where you expect the less: in your heart in standing by.
I'am a professionnal, madam, so don't never tell me good bye.
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