Sunday, December 11, 2005

12,12,12 Quincuagésima Segunda




You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face today in that crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I’ll never be with you.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful it's true
saw your face today in that crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
You're beautiful, You're beautiful.
But it's time to face the truth
I will never be with you.

There must be an angel, with a smile on her face,
when she thought that I should be with you
But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you.

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