AND SO WE GO TO THE STARS
by Marcelo Maciel de Almeida
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The day your flesh and mine were only one
The feeling of freedom, no emptiness inside
Your smell lingers on my skin
I feel your long blond hair among my fingers
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Love was meant to be
Lover's heart, pilgrims, souls searching for the mistery
Purity, divinity
The day I got you under my skin
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Marble castles, ivory towers
Ebony eyes in such a pale skin
Love at first sight
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Feelings always mingled with a certain apprehension
Love was meant to be
And so we go to the stars
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