Crying, dying...
When you in the secret of the night, cry in my ear.
I'll take on your figth, all your pain I hear.
My baby dry your tears, there are no fears.
Stop your cry, or else my heart will die.
It all will get better, you'll see, little Miss D.
♥
//Mr Fiiddelito
Happiness is to have a friend to cry at.
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