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everyday bliss is not remembered i know exactly how my belly aches you rang a couple of times before i answered i coughed, i moaned and i shaked i didn't really want to hear your stories and facts but i needed your voice so i asked we did it in the woods near sleepy hallow it was cold, at sundown the dinner was served it was dark but the leaves were still yellow and every little sound was heard then we had to make it down to the river and back when the dead of the night had turned black the near thought of you makes me cry it fills my heart with a sour mirth i can't get over the fact that you will die and there will be nothing left on earth so i have to keep away on my own account and love all days now they are my owns From Letras Mania