terça-feira, maio 26, 2009
Mariana
She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I stared too long
I'd probably break down and cry
Sweet child o' mine
She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by
Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love o' mine
Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Sweet child o' mine
Minha amiga, tinha tantas coisas pra te dizer ... Meu coração está apertado.
Ysa
Many
Ysazeu
Mari
Agora as palavras e as lembranças só poderão ser traduzidas no silêncio dos meus pensamentos.
Fica em paz minha doce criança.
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