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One Year Ago

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Last Year, today, London was Burlesque, tiny blue lights on the Southbank, first kiss at Stanstead Airport, first time making love, holding hands.


It was 'I love you' on the Millennium Bridge, paper messages to hang up to a fake tree in Neal's Yard in Covent Garden.


It was pictures in the sun, chocolate, strawberries, champagne, Eliot's Four Quartets and warm donuts.


It was 'Chasing Cars', 'Make love to me forever', 'In a little while'.


I remember all that. Nostalgia. And I miss what this year today could have been. I miss what has not come.


And I still dream of those tiny blue lights imbued with kisses on that bench on the Southbank.







Ik mis je. Ik hou nog steeds van je.
Meer dan een jaar geleden, indien mogelijk.
Ik mis alles van je

She's walking there alone,
No one by her side
She manages to fight the tears,
but The pain inside
She can't hide
And all the tears she's cried


The moment she closes her eyes,
she starts Thinking of you
The dreams that she had one time
Have gone away
Will they ever come true?
All she needs is, all she needs is you


And she wishes today
Was one year ago
When you cared so much for her
And loved her so
Not a doubt in her mind that it would still be you
Cause the love that you shared, it was true


You never thought about it,
What you made her feel
You promised you'd stay together,
But the hope she once had, so unreal
All she needs is, all she needs is you


And she wishes today
Was one year ago
When you cared so much for her
And loved her so
Not a doubt in her mind that it would still be you
Cause the love that you shared, it was true


(Lene Marlin, One Year Ago)



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