She was there, so beautifully and so careless that I couldn't care more about her.
She was standing there, starring at the stars, at that night, she was starring at the universe.
We, me and the boys, would not care about the shiny black night upon us. We could only look at her, stare at her.
The night. The universe. She. and the boys. The whole world would pay attention to that love, so pure. Free.
But we wouldn't move. And we would not say a word. We wouldn't ruin it.
And she. She meant the world as she didn't mean it.
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Ca estou e so me vem:
She, may be the face i can't forget
....
She who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
mas eu "vejo"
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