When I find myself in times of trouble, mother Mary comes to me. And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me, Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

martes, 17 de noviembre de 2009

I wasn't thinking, when I looked into your eyes.
I wasn't dreming, I was running to the past.
With the colors of your eyes. It was you.
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