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To try
To try
You told me to try
You told me to come along …
That… it will be all beautifull of all.
The vibration and the resonance …
Starting from the initial stage,
Of every time,
We will get into this and that …
For sometime….
Till one day
When… all the beauty of all
Will find its way
To was the opposite…
And then?
I may ask…
After that day,
What should we do ?
If keep on trying… what way?
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Saturday night fever
Saturday night fever
It is all about
Old people like us
Saturday`s night fever
I hardly wait
For a little word
That has that fever...
It appears that
All is like in your horoscope
"Jumping in action
The short lived jump"
"All the beautifull
With your woman
The short lived beauty".
Your strengh appears to be
The only one
"The long lived "
Human beauty
Care and friendship
For some progress
You tell me .
For what,
I have
To thank you
So much .
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Poligamy
Poligamy
You make me smile
Everyday,
When your message gets here.
It is all about
Affectionate
And beautifull
Possible one`s wish....
It is true,
That it will not contradict
Any of married man policies,
If one is
About all that is free
Like the beautiful
In all spledour
Poligamy
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You told me that
You told me that
You told me that :
"Your support is always beside me in my heart.
I feel it whenever I get over a difficult day"
But I may say that ...
It gets to be like that...
It gets to make you stronger,
At the feeling that you are not alone...
But actually,
That is just a matter
Of a mouse click...
Compared to what
God is all about,
When makes the easy way
For you
To get out of trouble...
And at such,
To give you
One more occasion
For you to be so thankfull
And osana singing
To Him
In the due time...
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If written in the stars…
If...
Written in the stars…
What can I say?
No need to believe…
Or not to believe...
It is…
And it will be there…
So long the stars are…
On the watch…
For me and you…
For what we are and do
May be that is something
About my so called humor…
That I do not try to say
What we are suppose to do…
At this moment in time…
But what I know
For sure,
That it is easy
To be nice to my man.
And for that,
Nothing is needed
Of my own ”device”,
If ...
Written in the stars
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About a love song
I want to hide from the world
Now and for ever…
I want to hide
In a place,
That nobody can guess
How to get any trace
Of my whereabouts…
Even if they try
Harder they can…
It will not be possible…
It is a place,
A very secret place
You know about it…
The song says…
I want to hide
Under your headscarf,
Under your skirt…
My blood in your heart…
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