it's us, who can listen to bruce springsteen til' our ears bleed, who can dance til' we fall, we can laugh til' we cry. it's us you see by the sidewalk, barefeet, enjoying the smell of wet streets on one of those days in autumn or early spring. it's us who haunts nightmares and make it into art or splash'em into stars that we later on mix with nicotin smoke. she's the treasure you can find in my heart.

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  1. I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you like the stars above!
    There are no words for our kind of fire, baby. I will always love you. Always. and. ALWAYS.
    You're the twinkeling little star in my eye that makes them all shiny and wet (almost crying at this writing moment)The thought of you will always make me smile, even when I'm a hundred ans fifteen years old I'll remember you as my soulmate. we're chained.

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