I close my eyes and I drift away, and to the magic night I softly say, a silent prayer, like dreamers do, then I fall asleep to dream my dreams of you . In dreams I walk with you, I talk to you, in dreams you're mine, all of the time, we're together in dreams in dreams . But just before the dawn, I awake and find you gone, I can't help it if I cry, I remember when you say "goodbye". It's too bad that all these thing, can only in my dreams, only in dreams, in beauty dreams... ((chris de burg)) 


يه عکس به پيشنهاد حامی براتون می ذارم شايد خيلی ها توش زندگی کرده باشن

نویسنده : رها سهیل ; ساعت ٢:٢٦ ‎ق.ظ روز ۱۳۸۳/٤/٢۳
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