sigh again and again

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You are the poison in my blood .

all over my body !

every drop of blood flowing in your ...

are engraved me !

think your indifference

remember your happiness

my efforts can not be harvested again and again ...

despair ,

sigh again and again !

as you love what ?

constantly looking for your shadow

looked at her. I Less trace of happiness.

looked at her. I was more than a hint of sadness.

love ah , but this strike ,beats by dr dre!

thinking about her. I drop a little lonely.

thinking about her. I was a little more to miss .

crossroads . Where should I go ?

so bitter tears piled up .

heavy pressure in my heart.

no one understands me eat a little bit lonely .

This is kind of sad how ah.

midnight. Listening to the ringing clock bit blah .

heart pain with a single bell a little bit better why

always thought of you at this time ?

how many times have you had with me in my sleep using a mobile phone

how many had returned . I tell you the phrase

you're gone. I never see the world of the familiar figure .

you're gone. My world, you never hear that childish laughter.

you're gone. My world no longer happy. There is only sadness and despair.

you're gone. Nothing left . Just left me with countless memories and thoughts to finish .

that who love .. maybe I will not anxiously waiting for my return to the familiar are not you ,tods shoes!!

was who. I never love again ! ! may love to Finally . I still would have nothing ,tods men!!!!

bloom again . Past and eventually became empty.

you're the poison in my blood ,dre beats!

over the body ,beats by dre, unable to extricate themselves ,tods!


Forget the not too far , it is very touching

snow-white and rose-red

gloomy sad suppression of the frustration


We were driving along the road from Treguier to Kervanda. We passed at a smart trot between the hedges topping an earth wall on each side of the road; then at the foot of the steep ascent before Ploumar the horse dropped into a walk, and the driver jumped down heavily from the box. He flicked his whip and climbed the incline, stepping clumsily uphill by the side of the carriage, one hand on the footboard, his eyes on the ground. After a while he lifted his head, pointed up the road with the end of the whip, and said--
"The idiot!"
The sun was shining violently upon the undulating surface of the land. The rises were topped by clumps of meagre trees, with their branches showing high on the sky as if they had been perched upon stilts. The small fields, cut up by hedges and stone walls that zig-zagged over the slopes, lay in rectangular patches of vivid greens and yellows, resembling the unskilful daubs of a naive picture. And the landscape was divided in two by the white streak of a road stretching in long loops far away, like a river of dust crawling out of the hills on its way to the sea.
"Here he is," said the driver, again.
In the long grass bordering the road a face glided past the carriage at the level of the wheels as we drove slowly by. The imbecile face was red, and the bullet head with close-cropped hair seemed to lie alone, its chin in the dust. The body was lost in the bushes growing thick along the bottom of the deep ditch.