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chanter pour moi
She would sit and watch
She taunted me with those eyes
She pierced me with looks
Sharper than the knife
I cut myself with
I wanted nothing more
But for her to whisper
Into my ear that she loved me
But not all birds sing
She taunted me with those eyes
She pierced me with looks
Sharper than the knife
I cut myself with
I wanted nothing more
But for her to whisper
Into my ear that she loved me
But not all birds sing
Published 14th Nov 2012
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15th Nov 2012 2:03am
wow...this was an amazing poem as it was sad...loved the last line...brilliant.
15th Nov 2012 8:42am
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16th Nov 2012 1:05am
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