Sunday, March 5, 2017

Gone with the wind



Hey can you still remember?
you told me you love;
That sweet night of December,
asking me if we could be.


I don't know, I wish I knew
in just a glimpse I saw you;
Walking with somebody new,
Darling what a painful view.


In the busy dark rowdy street
who is that woman you with?
disturbed by my heart loud beat
thinking what wrong I have did.


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