A Touch of We
A Touch of We
Did not I see what my heart whispered to me
did not those birdeyes sing so silently
did those unsudden promises not shake my tree
was not my passion there to set me free;
i miss a true stroke, i miss a touch of We
Madrason 29-04-2009
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