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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2003-11-25 | [Ce texte devrait être lu en english] | I am not ready yet to lose you, I don’t believe I’ll ever be, At least stay five more minutes And let me tell you what you mean to me. I would give anything to hear you once again, To feel my hand in yours… It doesn’t really matter… Come back! Yell, slap me, do anything! Just don’t go, not yet… I see you at the door, I see your smiling face And all the love we shared now takes its place. Don’t go, not yet… You can’t just leave! What about me? What now? It’s unbelievable, my friend is gone! I would do anything to hold his hand again! I’d leave my life, I’d take my time, Don’t go, not yet… Why do you have to go? I’ll miss you! God, let him hear these final words! Don’t let him leave before he hears them, We’ll meet again, my friend, we’ll meet again…
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