He was called Pinkfloyd, she flower_chocolate,
His embody a gay silhouette, hers a maroon bronze
He only searching on Google, she did it on Yahoo!
He popular on Facebook, she only loves Hi5!
He blogged in WordPress, she did it in Drupal
His passion is to live by AdSense, she ignored her being
He used the code view, she just in Word
he just used Gmail, she Yahoo and Hotmail
He felt in love with her, and she also did
He sends her e-flowers, she, lots of .gif
Today a key post, she always on line
He moderates in Akismet, she at one in a walked way
He sends two: *, she answers a ;.
His computer is in time zone, she changed her clock
His desk in white I-mac, she in an ancestral PC
He bet on free, she for commercial trade
He felt in love with her, and she also did
He will fly 7 hours, she will wait for him
He will take her hand smoothly, she will fill her being
Then he will return to his land, she will cry the goodbye
He will return one day, she would trust it come true
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He will forget her, she will wait for him
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Then he will remember of her, she will no longer be there
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Incessantly he will seek her trail, she will never know
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He will forget her, and she will also do
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Via: Nothing to do at the supermarket