15:47 / 28.01.2004
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komentarz (4) | I met him when I was a
Little girl, he gave me
He gave me poetry
And he was my first
But in my heart I knew I
Wasn’t the only one
‘Cause when the tables turned
He had to break up
Whenever I got lonely
Or needed some advice
He gave me his shoulder
His words were very nice
But that is all behind me
‘Cause now there is no other
My love is his and his is mine
A friend became the
Love of my life
You are my friend
Love of my life
I can’t pretend
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