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Elle
Contributed by
Xenodata
on
Monday, 14th October 2002 @ 03:32:55 PM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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Tous les jours, on sobstine Sur le luxe et la poudre fine. On fait des dpenses folles, Tout le temps, on batifole.
Et pendant ce temps-l, Elle attend, elle attend.
Tous se font corrompre. Nos besoins sont combls. Souvent, ils sont dpasss. On na pas de peine rompre.
Et pendant ce temps-l, Elle attend, elle attend.
Elle attend quelquun, Une personne pour laimer. Elle verse les larmes du chagrin, Juste pour tre apprcie.
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Re: Elle
(User Rating: 1 ) by ginsdance on
Wednesday, 4th December 2002 @ 01:27:18 PM AEST (User
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C'est excellent!
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