lunes, 16 de noviembre de 2009

dreaming olinda...

come with me
i let you see
a place
when we can be

we can find there from the sea

come with me
will be the same
and look well in your soul
you cant see the color of the sea

suspended in mid air
into there dreams

midnight smiles on their faces
as i midle around the street
wishin' i can be a part of them

fly with me around the bluefield
fading into green
using cryes and hide into the sky

fly with me on every street
and fall into the sea
cant you feel the sorries by apart

all i know is this is were i
walt to spend some time
watching the colors of the sky
swing pass my eye

fly with me
fly with me...

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