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The Sparkle
The Sparkle
The Sparkle,
silver starlight in your eyes,
a soft touch
before we say goodbye.
It’s over too fast,
I hope this feeling will last
until the morning
The Sparkle
of teardrops on your cheek.
All my tears,
the happiness I seek
was over so fast,
I hope this pain won’t last
until the morning
The Sparkle,
our...
Wednesday 29th May 2013 11:26 am
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