Remember,
Remember...
Remember a sunny day,
When you touched my lips.
With a fast kiss
Which came with an excuse.
How could you feel?
You touched me deep inside...
As your feelings for me
Where going so high.
It was just the beginning
Of a beautiful love story.
When trees where blooming
And bee's where zooming.
It was the beginning
Of painful days,
When love is a punishment
Of beautiful days..
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