I turned to you , you smiled at me, how could I say no ? . . .
To live the dreams we always had . . .
Upon us all a little rain must fall. . . .
The sea was red and the sky was grey, wondered how tomorrow could ever follow today. . .
And as we wind on down the road, our shadow´s taller than our soul.
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven. . .
Thinking how it used to be, Does she still remember times like these? To think of us again? And I do. . .
But, I know . . . that I love you so . . .
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