tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23330122.post-1144016747418458642006-04-02T15:24:00.000-07:002006-04-02T15:25:47.436-07:00Song of Mathieu Johannhas that mom who had me at the school.Duties in tears, not of barb to comfort me.Noels with two, that made not large.There I tedemandais to be, to come without gift.I cannot be sad, of images I do not have any.Be just egoistic for you, it misses me an end of me.<br />Have beautiful being to you my father, me I do not recognize you.The years of gallery, one made without you.It does not flee a father, it is there, that cheating not.Put my heart with back to you, my rage at the place.<br />And it, is what you thought of it?Today still, has there that me which say you to him are beautiful.Broke you his mirror, it wants to look at itself more.I gum any resemblance, I want more to see it crying.It is not as these couples which one sees with tele.You, you are right party will never come.Battlenoreply@blogger.com