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This beautiful saint is bleeding, fall poi-Son words as arrows fly, while distantThoughts intrude like poetry, someApprehension and some regretWhy can't it be like it used to be?Why can't it be like it was?Here I am thinking about youWhenever I close my eyes I'm dreaming of youAnd if I have to live my life without you foreverI can close my eyes and dream of youLife can be so cruelTake away these regretsA shiny insect, just a plaything? Have you ever heard the butterfly cry?Would you sacrifice beauty for the adrenaline? And would he hate you if he died?Why can't it be like it used to be?Why can't it be like it was?Here I am thinking about youWhenever I close my eyes I'm dreaming of youAnd if I have to live my life without you foreverI can close my eyes and dream of you From Letras Mania