jueves, 4 de noviembre de 2010

From a Rose..

There is so much a man can tell you
So much he can say
You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain
Baby, To me, you're like a growing
Addiction that I can't deny
Won't you tell me, is that healthy, baby?
But did you know that when it snows
My eyes become large
And the light that you shine can't be seen?

Y yo estaba allí, deslumbrada por tí, pero nevó...

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