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Letra actual de la canción
The arms of twilight<br />are dandling my soul<br />and in her eyes<br />I see the sweetness<br />of a bright immortal-graced maiden<br />who relieves the grieves of my heart. <br />Wind is whispering your name<br />throught the clouds in the sky.<br />I will always remember your eyes<br />veiled by tears<br />while the night prelude<br />casted a spell on our glances. <br />The eyes of the dying sun<br />are looking at me<br />in this romantic immensity<br />an I can feel this melancholy<br />pervading deep inside me. <br />Twilight is whispering your name<br />to the clouds in the sky.<br />I will never forget your heart<br />beating over mine<br />and your passion heating my bosom. <br />...And when butterflies fly on<br />whitered flowers<br />and birds perch on dry brances<br />a tear will glide to your feet<br />and I will hold it in my hand<br />like a pearl in its shell.
Letra nueva de la canción
The arms of twilight<br />are dandling my soul<br />and in her eyes<br />I see the sweetness<br />of a bright immortal-graced maiden<br />who relieves the grieves of my heart. <br />Wind is whispering your name<br />throught the clouds in the sky.<br />I will always remember your eyes<br />veiled by tears<br />while the night prelude<br />casted a spell on our glances. <br />The eyes of the dying sun<br />are looking at me<br />in this romantic immensity<br />an I can feel this melancholy<br />pervading deep inside me. <br />Twilight is whispering your name<br />to the clouds in the sky.<br />I will never forget your heart<br />beating over mine<br />and your passion heating my bosom. <br />...And when butterflies fly on<br />whitered flowers<br />and birds perch on dry brances<br />a tear will glide to your feet<br />and I will hold it in my hand<br />like a pearl in its shell.
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