If you knew...
how much I love you...
If you could measure
The weight of the love
I feel for you...or package
It in a bottle and sale it
You would be a millionaire!
Ah! The irony. Cause you dont know. Do you?
A Second Chance
365 days we go, Round and around The brighten sun And we end at the exact Same point we were In the past year... But the canvas Is once ag...
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I wish that your mornings Be bright, with clear skies That you walk in good paths And that you might have Many reasons to smile I wish that...
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son dos ventanas al cielo negro de tu alma...!
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Hence with each cloud that passes by Pass as well my life Playful little white Puffy bright running In a spring like sky...
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