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How Could She
How could she have loved so deeply, lost herself so completely
now a shadow of herself, lying broken on the shelf
lovers come and lovers go, she sees their despair, they do not know
no-one can fill the gap, the inexorable void, left on the map,
mystical beyond reason, drawn by love's dawn
the passion grand, with no demand, the sweetest man
left her bed to head for his home, he turned and said
je t'adore, and she replied je t'adore, je t'adore smiled and
closed her eyes, so he couldn't see the lies, the real her
his heart was filled, her tears were spilled, ability to love killed.
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Mooi, heel vloeiend en voelbaar verdriet voor de onvervangbare grote liefde
Killea, in de tweede strofe scheelt er iets, maar ik ben te moe nu.
je t'adore, and she mirrored his words, je t'adore, her lips smiled
she closed her eyes to hide the lies and cover her soul,
killea: Thanks Magdalena, sleep well
Heel mooi, knap June
killea: Thank you, Tessy love
she always said not with me again and again
but now she's hurt again, moving poem,
killea: thank you, Marc
torn between two lovers, a lovers tragedy...
killea: thank you, Jan
Painfully but beautiful!
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I've been busy the last couple of weeks. But haven't forgotten your writing. Great as always.
killea: You are too kind. thank you Mephistopheles
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