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Rain comes; delivered in the city, wash the feet of the angels at play, |
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Waters graced with garlands of roses, Concha y Toro the fountains cry. |
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I play the Prince; you play Ophelia, tragedies dance in the light of your eyes, |
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Sauvignon Blanc toasting the sunset and a life in a tomb under a ceiling of stars. |
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We lay back and gazed at the stars. |
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Shadows crawl under the crater walls, Santiago, the Chilean dawn, |
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High on dreams you feel you can touch the sky, |
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I did believe that you could fly. |
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All I could offer was miles de besos, |
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A heart full of hope and the wings of a prayer, |
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Storms gather high in the mountains, |
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Somehow I know that you'll never arrive, |
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You'll never fly |
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You'll never fly |
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All I could offer was miles de besos, |
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A heart full of hope and the wings of a prayer, |
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Storms gather high in the mountains, |
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Somehow I know that you'll never arrive, |
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You'll never fly |
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You'll never fly |
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Miles de besos |
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Did you think that it meant nothing to me, |
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that when you disappeared I could walk away? |
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Did you know that you broke my heart and left a scar that never fades away. |
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Miles de besos. |