my love
Domingo, 4 de febrero de 2007
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My love come home yesterday,
she said I should let her go;
my love left my a message,
she’s begging for my soul.
My love calls me every night,
she says she can’t sleep;
my love spends all her life,
waiting somewhere for me.
My love has shut her mouth,
no tears had dropped down;
my love can’t say goodbye,
she’s buried under the sun.