To feel you, at three a.m,
Walking on my back.
Will never feel as sweet
As Asty in my arms.
Since you left it, but richer
Where you walked its paths.
Now, forever in our hearts,
For love never dies.
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| What I wouldn't give To feel you, at three a.m, Walking on my back. |
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| Asty in my heart Will never feel as sweet As Asty in my arms. |
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| The world is poorer Since you left it, but richer Where you walked its paths. |
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| Asty, you are love, Now, forever in our hearts, For love never dies. |
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Tribute to "Asty the King" | Photos of Asty |
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