Friday, April 24, 2009

Not to harm

When the beautiful is not beautiful
When the flowers wither and die
It slept all
Do not block any choice
Let him her a desire to look into the final
The land will bury his her heart
Wind will blow his her tears
Will be the envy of mankind his her body
Everything will rest in peace
Will not sad not sad
Let it go all sleepy …
Do not Do not blame the memories
Everything can not go back …
Let all the things to leave quietly … top key holder
Memory is not our intention to see his her smile
Then let him her sleep of the intoxicated ….
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