NEM TUDO O QUE CONTO É VERDADE, E NEM TUDO O QUE INVENTO É MENTIRA ................................................................ The depth of a soul is not measured by what appears on the surface
sexta-feira, 11 de julho de 2008
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Someone told me that our lives aren't worth a thing,
They pass by in an instant like roses wilting.
Someone told me our lives aren't worth much
They pass in a moment, like a dying rose
Someone told me time is a bastard making an overcoat of our sorrows
Someone told me that you still loved me
Could it be true?
Someone told me destiny mocks us it promises everything and gives us nothing
it seems that happiness is within our reach so we hold out our hand and find ourselves mad
Someone told me that you still loved me
Could it be true?
But who was it that told me you still loved me?
I don't recall, it was late at night
I can still hear the voice, but I can't see the face "he loves you, it's a secret, don't tell him I told you"
you see, someone told me someone really did tell me that you still loved me
Could it be true?
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