When I saw that smile
The tears came
When I felt the cold hands
The tears would not come
Beside, in my heart
I felt nothing
Yet she laid there
Yet she smiled to me
One shot, and it was
Finished. Never again
Will that pretty face
Bother me
Engelsk dikt om desperasjon og kjærlighet.
When I saw that smile
The tears came
When I felt the cold hands
The tears would not come
Beside, in my heart
I felt nothing
Yet she laid there
Yet she smiled to me
One shot, and it was
Finished. Never again
Will that pretty face
Bother me
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