Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growth
and overloaded with treasure and souvenirs.
Every new step arrives out of all steps taken,
My face presents my history,
my brown eyes are jewels I cannot pawn.
I am the map of the campaign,
each ancestor has his flag,
The taste of individual beauty born of a collective effort,
every day my soul claps its hands, and sings,
consumed by the joy of a rich heritage
and all days are better than all yesterdays.
I want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
Just Who You Are Its Important
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
Life's too short to be wasted.
It passes just once, so make the most out of it.
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I'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up th
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
