Sometimes I see your face,
The stars seem to lose their place
Why must I think of you?
Why must I?
Why should I?
Why should I cry for you?
Why would you want me to?
And what would it mean to say,
That, "I loved you in my fashion"?
What would be true?
Why should I?
Why should I cry for you?
Bom domingo, ana. Sem lágrimas. Nem sempre merecem as nossas lágrimas... quase nunca.
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bom domingo, deepLuisa. que de nós só saiam risos :)
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ResponderEliminarobrigada Manuel, eu previno-me....
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