She is my friend
Connie is her name,
I saw her everyday
Music is her game
She is a DJ
A good friend,
Then one day she is no more,
No! This is not the end,
Why is she gone? And what for?
She will be missed, I will look
Searching till I find her,
Never closing the book
Feeling her warmth and her love
Hearing her voice, I will not give up
I still want to see her, and I pray up above
That she will show up,
And once more we will be reunited
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LOve...Jaqi
© 1998-2005
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