ενα ακομα καλοκαιρι βαινει προς το τελος αλλα αυριο οι κυκλαδες θα μας ξαναχαρισουν την γλυκα τους και πιστευω μια υπεροχη πανσεληνο μεταξυ αλλων,

αυτο το καλοκαιρι εχασα τον πιο καλο φιλο μου απο το σχολειο η ζωη δεν μπορει παρα να συνεχιστει και να μας συντροφευει η αναμνηση του,ενα τριανταφυλλο λοιπον και μια ευχη ,καλη ανταμωση

και για ολους τους αγαπημενους φιλους αφιερωμενο

Some say love, it is a river
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
and you it's only seed.

It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance.
It's the dream afraid of waking
that never takes the chance.
It's the one who won't be taken,
who cannot seem to give,
and the soul afraid of dyin'
that never learns to live.

When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been to long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong,
just remember in the winter
far beneath the winter snows
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose.

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