. . . . There's an unique reason: That the world turns round Yes, she is Yes, she is Loosing my shadow, you got my soul Her granddaughter looked daggers at me I am who I am and who I´m not Home is where my habits have an habitat Smiled when she should and she cried when she could Feeling in love. Being apart. Trying to get home, trying to come back with its mum. Too far, too high... Dedicated to my Daddy You don't have a date to celebrate. You don´t have anything to celebrate She is a princess It wasn't the outside world, it was my world Leave the way clear! It is old enough to say you're old too and to read your mind. Never over tolling for you... Look after our still life This mind and this body can not be stifled by your young inexperience - Yes, but leave her alone, it wasn´t her fault, you´ve said it: she´s too young... I smelled the scented pages at the top of the bale and I re-read them one more time. The last Blue velvet Voyage au centre de la Terre The wind is whispering to me, with its shapes, in silence As you can see, If he can do it, anybody can Dedicated to my Mummy Please, just let me save you from this darkness. The montain´s dense, true, but not too much
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