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January 23rd 2006
You made my wrings grow, When they were torn down; You made me know, That love, I have found. You made me smile, When I felt sad; You was with me, while, Things went bad. You sang for me, sweet lullabies, When I couldn't sleep; I'd just look in your eyes, And know the true feeling from within deep. You kissed my tears away, When I would cry; You made me want to live on a new way, When I wished to die. You gave me love, peace, joy, hope and my entire life, When I had, nothing... left; You ended my whole strife, In which I tried to regain myself from my theft. You became me, The day I saw you; There was no more "me" to be, once again, It was only us, since life even began.
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