sábado, 21 de enero de 2012

I've heard that your dreams have come true,
I guess she gave you things I gave you,
Old friend, why are you so shy?
Can not stop and hide the light?,

I hate to appear from nowhere without invitation,
But I could not stay away, could not fight it,
I was hoping to see your face,
And have to remind you that for me is not over

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