Sunday, 27 April 2014

With Y O U Mercedam in a strange land

Whenever I think about you; the teary eyes;
Missing you with all my cells and feelings,
In a strange land, in a mystifying shore,
Will always miss you, miss You, miss You,
Yyyyyyyyyyyy Ooooooooooo Uuuuuuuuuuu.

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