I can tell by your eyes
That you've prob'bly
been cryin' forever,
and the stars in the sky
don't mean nothin' to you,
they're a mirror.
I don't want to talk about it,
how you broke my heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
If I stay here,
won't you listen to my heart, whoa, heart?
If I stand all alone,
will the shadow hide
the color of my heart;
blue for the tears,
black for the night's fears.
The star in the sky
don't mean nothin' to you,
they're a mirror.
I don't want to talk about it,
how you broke my heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
if I stay here,
won't you listen to my heart, whoa, heart?
I don't want to talk about it,
how you broke this ol' heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
if I stay here,
won't you listen to my heart, whoa, heart?
My heart, whoa, heart
That you've prob'bly
been cryin' forever,
and the stars in the sky
don't mean nothin' to you,
they're a mirror.
I don't want to talk about it,
how you broke my heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
If I stay here,
won't you listen to my heart, whoa, heart?
If I stand all alone,
will the shadow hide
the color of my heart;
blue for the tears,
black for the night's fears.
The star in the sky
don't mean nothin' to you,
they're a mirror.
I don't want to talk about it,
how you broke my heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
if I stay here,
won't you listen to my heart, whoa, heart?
I don't want to talk about it,
how you broke this ol' heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
if I stay here,
won't you listen to my heart, whoa, heart?
My heart, whoa, heart
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de fueguitos.
El mundo es eso -reveló- un montón de gente, un marCada persona brilla con luz propia entre todas las
demás.
No hay dos fuegos iguales. Hay fuegos grandes y fuegos
chicos y fuegos de todos los colores. Hay gente de
fuego sereno, que ni se entera del viento, y gente de fuego
loco que llena el aire de chispas. Algunos fuegos, fuegos
bobos, no alumbran ni queman; pero otros arden la
vida con tanta pasión que no se puede mirarlos sin parpadear,
y quien se acerca se enciende.
El libro de los abrazos
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