The cold is beautiful
Paris is also like a beautiful
Memories that make me want to cry
so that water does not come out of this
I uphold face up to me
I feel I have figures in front of you
I feel that i hear his voice
I want all of that into reality
Not only you figure in the shadow of I
Not only voice that you often heard on the phone
I want to have you here with me
not only a fatamorgana you in the shadow of I
and I thought
by : mira kusumadewi
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