Стихотворения...

Нещо ме удари на английски тия дни...



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Touching you has become my survival instinct,
but without you my heart is a species extinct.
You're in my blood, on my lips and all over my skin.
As I fell, well, you left, now you're out, I'm still in.

There's a song that I know about rushing in love...
Maybe that's what I did, but if there's God above
I will cry, I will pray and I'll beg on my knees
that you'd come to your senses and you'd come back to me.


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