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intano — One Last Goodbye
Published: 2009-08-04 22:55:33 +0000 UTC; Views: 28942; Favourites: 1019; Downloads: 0
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How I needed you
How I grieve now you're gone
In my dreams I see you
I awake so alone
I know you didn't want to leave
Your heart yearned to stay
But the strength I always loved in you
Finally gave way
Somehow I knew you would leave me this way
Somehow I knew you could never, never stay
And in the early morning light
After a silent peaceful night
You took my heart away
And my being
In my dreams I can see you
I can tell you how I feel
In my dreams I can hold you
And it feels so real
I still feel the pain
I still feel your love
I still feel the pain
I still feel your love
Anathema - One Last Goodbye
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My holiday is almost over..i am here for while
now it is time for new works 
missed u all 
hope u like this
Thank you so much for all your supports
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bg-*anaRasha-stock and sxc.hu [link]
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butterflies-*miss69
rest is painting
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Comments: 255
Hello, this artwork has been featured in my journal: [link]
have a nice day ^^
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wooooah!
*dying on my chair*
May allah bless you, tugba!
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İlginç oldu tabii aynı şarkıyı aynı modelle harmanlayı
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Wonderful!
'I can't leave you, but I must. My heart aches that you're gone. Must I give you one last goodbye? I don't want to leave you, I don't want to say this one last goodbye.'
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çok saol cnm 
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Another breathtaking beauty Tugba. I love it...
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The moment with the beautterflies and the ivy is just divine
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Very beautiful!
I love everything on this piece!
And this music matches perfectly with it
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You are most welcome.Have a wonderful day.
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This is such a beautiful piece. it reminds me so much of a story I wasa doing called the garden. Which began with a lady sitting by an old tree which had this wonderful garden which she saw, but she saw this only because of the mystical speakings of a friend who came to her when she visited these woods, and for the longest time she never knew his name. He would take her to the moist beautiful places on the earth and maybe some which weren't. But she was there, and one day he spoke to her and told her to drink some wine from a Calla Lilly he'd brought her, when she had she had this warmth and glow and then she felt his warm breath on her neck and he spoke so softly to her as to Show her such mysteries that she had never seen and only when he was leaving and she had returned and a new flower had grown by the Place she had thought him to be standing. He wispered to her and told her that he would come to her in the night when her flesh was burning with desire and the only thing which would take away this burning was his voice, or when she needed to understand something she needed only to walk to her balcony and call his name, but then she realized that he had never asked him his name. And he softly wispered to her. I am the wind which cools you skin when the heat burns your flesh with a heat which seems like it will never go away. he was the one thing which would keep her warm in winter and cool in summer, and bring her all the scents of the most rare and exotic plants from around the whole world.he would answer her call every time she called his name, all she needed was a candle or a flame to show him that she cared and wanted to see him so much and feel his soft caress, He would if she returned to the garden he was building for her, take her to places no one had ever been, he would protect her from storms, from winters cold, he would keep her ever in his voice and she would always know he was there. He was the wind. :~)
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Thank you so much for this great story
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that is not the end. It was the opening to the story. Remember I said that each time she called his name he would transport her to other places? Well My young Lady. this is the beginning of a Romantic story which actually heats up too much for here. But It has some sintilizing moments within:~) As I am not sure of appropriate discussions with someone I have no idea as to age or nature, I believe I should simply say that this is something which has most romance stories burried beneath the pillars of the hebredes.:~)
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