viernes, 12 de junio de 2009






J
ust remember, when a dream appears, you belong to me. And I'll be so alone without you; maybe you'll be lonesome too. Fly the ocean in a silver plane, see the jungle when it's wet with rain, just remember, 'till you're home again, you belong to me.



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The things I do for love.

When words became unimportant
That was when I understood
I was happy to have met you.
And somewhere in that time,
Silenty and softly, like feathers,
The snow began to fall.