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Published on Mar 17, 2007
Dicen que muerden en sueños...
Come into these arms again And lay your body down Th rhythm of this trembling heart Is beating like a drum. It beats for you, it bleeds for you It knows not how it sounds. For it is the drum of drums It is the song of songs.
Once I had the rarest rose that ever deigned to bloom. Cruel winter chilled the balm, And stole my flower too soon O loneliness, O hopelessness To search the ends of time, For there is in all the world No greater love than mine.
Love....Still falls the rain. Still falls the night. Be mine forever...
Let me be the only one To keep you from the cold. Now the floor of heavn is laid, Its stars of brightest glow. They shine for you. They shine for you. They burn for all to see. Come into these arms again And set this spirit free.