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geschrieben am: 01.08.2000 um 20:32 Uhr
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What I think!!!
I look in the mirror, but I don't like what I see.
I see a person, who is fat and not beautiful.
I don't know what I can do. I cannot anymore.
Day for day I see people, who don't like me.
Even what I do, nobody would like me.
I feel so sad, and nobody can help me.
I need somebody, who know what I feel,
what I think, what I like, what I love,
what I want, but I don't find this boy.
Love-Feel-Think
I love you so much,
my sweetheart.
Why are you not here,
I miss you every time?
I can't live without you.
I need you, I want you.
I would like to know,
what do you feel for me?
What do you think,
when you are here?
Tell me all your secrets,
then I would tell you mine.
Was sagt ihr zu diesen Gedichten? Hab lang dafür gebraucht!!
Bussi aufs Bauchi Eure Martymaus! |
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geschrieben am: 01.08.2000 um 20:38 Uhr
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find das eigntlich ganz hübsch....gibts das auch in deutsch oda is das english damit dus auch gut verkaufn kannst??
knuddääääääääääl
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geschrieben am: 01.08.2000 um 20:43 Uhr
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HE MArtymaus!!!
Hey dat hast net selbst jeschrieben dat is jeklaut!!
Gelle! *grins*
sindra |
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geschrieben am: 01.08.2000 um 20:45 Uhr
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HE MArtymaus!!!
Hey das haste net selbst geschrieben das is geklaut!!
Gelle! *grins*
sindra |
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geschrieben am: 01.08.2000 um 21:04 Uhr
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@ sindra, ist nicht geklaut, ich hab mich zwar von ein paar deutschen Gedichten und ein paar songs inspieriert!
@ chefzwerg, naja soll ichs dir übersetzten? aber dann klingts ja nicht mehr so toll! hihi
CU Martymaus! |
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geschrieben am: 02.08.2000 um 13:58 Uhr
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| Elton John, Your Song. Richtig? |
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geschrieben am: 03.08.2000 um 00:38 Uhr
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Hi marty, da hast dir ja richtig Mühe gegeben. Da muss ich ja sofort antworten..
Mal sehen ob jemand den Text kennt:
ItŽs a little bit funny, this feeling inside
IŽm not one of those, who can easily hide,
I donŽt have much money, but boy if i did
IŽd buy a big house where we both could live
If i was a sculptor, häh, but then again no,
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know its not much, but itŽs the best i can do
My gift is my song and this oneŽs for you
And you can tell erverybody, this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that itŽs done
I hope you donŽt mind, i hope you donŽt mind
That i put down in words
How wonderfull life is while your in the world
I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss.
Well a few of the verses, well theyŽve got me quit cross
But the sunŽs been quite kind while i wrote this song
ItŽs for people like you, that keep it turned on
So excuse me forgetting, but these things i do
you see iŽve forgotten, if theyŽre green or theyŽre blue
Anyway the thing is, what i really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes iŽve ever seen.
chicken
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