The Years
November 17, 2006
Twelve…
Twelve years of silence
We keep our mouth no voices
Hello is low and farewell as well
Twelve…
Twelve years of mute
Feels like living in this world alone
Drawing thin line between love and hate
Twelve…
Twelve years now gone
As I search to rush your number
And twelve years requited in fifteen days of November
November 16th 2K6
Bastian
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