August
Saturday 17 November 2007 photo 1/13
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Please, please forgive me, But I won’t be home again. Maybe someday you’ll have woke up, And, barely conscious, you’ll say to no one: "isn’t something missing? " Even though I’d be sacrificed, You won’t try for me, not now. Though I’d die to know you love me, I’m all alone. Isn’t someone missing me? And if I bleed, I’ll bleed, Knowing you don’t care. And if I sleep just to dream of you And wake without you there, Isn’t something missing?
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