Waiting for a Picture of yours is nothing but torture
Time has pass where there is nothing more torturing
As the wind blows across my face
I would really like to see your sweet face
Eventhough miles we are apart
You word to me is the thing that keep us not being apart
Written by Gracey 28 October 2004
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Sweet! :)
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