El corazón humano es un instrumento de muchas cuerdas; el perfecto conocedor de los hombres las sabe hacer vibrar todas, como un buen músico.
jueves, 23 de septiembre de 2010
All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go, I'm standin' here outside your door. I hate to wake you up to say goodbye. Please, kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you'll wait for me, hold me like you'll never let me go; cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane, don't know when I'll be back again; oh, baby, I hate to go. There's so many times I've let you down, so many times I've played around. I tell you now, they don't mean a thing. Every place I go, I'll think of you, every song I sing, I'll sing for you. Now the time has come to leave you, one more time let me kiss you: close your eyes I'll be on my way dream about the days to come.
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