Maybe, you love me as I love you,
Uvula is gulped when you see me.
Zealous senses are formed for saying,
Encore, create me the world for you!
You don't know, anyway It has been created;
Your eyes create it when they smile at me.
Ever more, it will even exist,
Nor I neither you will die in it..
Kayıt Tarihi : 11.12.2003 23:32:00
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