Friday, 6 November 2009

Isle of paradise

Tomorrow comes to take me away,
I wish that I could stay.

My breath shall stops tomorrow,
My eyes shall shut forever.

I don’t want tomorrow you cry for me,
This is not want I want you to be.

I love you more than anything else,
Don’t you worry I will be there waiting for you at the isle of paradise.

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