Maybe it was not for coincidence that I met you sometimes these things are made by destiny I want to sleep again on your breast and then I want your kisses to wake me up
your sixth sense dreams of me I know that we'll be together soon this sleeping smile that lives here with me I know that I will be on your way soon
you know I'm hanging on your hands so don't let me fall you know I'm hanging on your hands
I send you poems in my own hand I send you songs 4.40 minutes long I send you pictures when we were dining in Marabella and when we were in Venezuela so that you can remember me so that you take account of the fact that my heart is hanging on your hands
be careful, be careful I won't lose the hope to be with you All the forbidden, it's all I want of you I want to wake up kissing all your tenderness My baby, my life, I need you
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