Smile
when you're alone
thinking that I'm gone
don't you forget
the place where we met
where you already knew
that you didn't have to feel so blue
when my eyes were only set on you
and when you caught my stare
I told myself that I don't care
I had to go and talk to you
without knowing what I'd do
those twenty feet
I felt so incomplete
my heart raced hard
I felt so avangarde
you looked too fine
for me to call you girl of mine
you were like a Bordeux '59
then when I sat down
next to your chair
your hair
fell on to my hands
and I started my demands
for your
smile
..
just a little smile..
..
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