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The time flied, nor perceived,
but I am the same woman who one day you knew.
The song I did not forget: The girl who has in me was born to sing.
She cries as never when feeling: Still we are together here...
I open the heart.
I place it yours feet.
Dark night, now is morning…
And I speak with rare calm: I am what I am,
without you I am weak,
but always I had you close to me…
It says me to the mirror that I aged;
and that badly can exist in having histories to count, of the friends who I made here?
Many thing passed… Still we are together here...!
but I am the same woman who one day you knew.
The song I did not forget: The girl who has in me was born to sing.
She cries as never when feeling: Still we are together here...
I open the heart.
I place it yours feet.
Dark night, now is morning…
And I speak with rare calm: I am what I am,
without you I am weak,
but always I had you close to me…
It says me to the mirror that I aged;
and that badly can exist in having histories to count, of the friends who I made here?
Many thing passed… Still we are together here...!