The tear fault down from tender face,
A human start dangerous race.
No chance to win,no any hope,
Prepare to write your dying note.
She killed your heart and broken dreams,
but you're her soul and you're her prince.
Believe in best. In holy dreams
You every day are going to links.
She isn't ready,always tired,
Don't want to live,already died.
Two people 're in the castle of love
got lost...They rest in peace for lovers.
R. I. P for lovers
© Copyright: Гончаров Алексей 2, 2010
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