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Friday, February 27, 2009

The rain

The first time you looked at me,

The first time we talked,


The first time I knew that I like you,

was because of the rain..


Thanks to the rain and the memories

Yet I will go on my life without you


Deep in my heart

I realised that

It was the beginning and also the end..

After the transient rain was stop..



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