jueves, 13 de mayo de 2010

Manos frías. Ojos rojos. Pies cansados.

No defensas. No chaleco antibalas.

No lágrimas... Yo.

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  1. Let me be your warm, let me clear your eyes, and I'll make 'em shine, let me carry you on my arms and you'll rest on 'em, let me be your shield I'll be your protection, let me be your cheeks and I'll carry out your tears...:)

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