Un mundo sin prisa Edición No. 6 | Page 4

Roses blooming again,

ink on paper fading

songs of loneliness,

dance of the waiting

Tomorrow, he'll come to me in his arms i'll sleep

tomorrow, we will be dancing cheek to cheek

Snow falls on memories, photographs aging

dust on forgotten dreams, silent storm raging

Tomorrow, he'll come to me in his arms i'll sleep

tomorrow, we will be dancing cheek to cheek

Tomorrow, tomorrow, there will always be

tomorrow, tomorrow, waits for me . . .

Tomorrow, he'll come to me in his arms i'll sleep

tomorrow, we will be dancing cheek to cheek

Roses blooming again. ink on paper fading

songs of loneliness, dance of the waiting

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