Jorge Serra C
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Last night in my dreams,
We were sitting on the floor.
The moon was talking about love
and I was thinking in your lips.
I see the colour of your wings,
Which climb me to the sky ,
and show me the shape of a kiss.
You were closed to my hand,
while I was nearest to your soul.
You moved your body like a string,
while I tried to play music in your hips.
Last night in my dreams,
you stole my heart at least,
and suddenly.......I wake up,
besides your soul.
We were sitting on the floor.
The moon was talking about love
and I was thinking in your lips.
I see the colour of your wings,
Which climb me to the sky ,
and show me the shape of a kiss.
You were closed to my hand,
while I was nearest to your soul.
You moved your body like a string,
while I tried to play music in your hips.
Last night in my dreams,
you stole my heart at least,
and suddenly.......I wake up,
besides your soul.
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