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.
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
You have a gentle heart and a caring soul.
You use affectionate words to extol.
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Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
A million stars up in the sky.
One shines brighter - I can't deny.
A love so prec
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
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You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
