Stars shining bright above you,night breezes seem to whisper "I love you",
birds singing in the sycamore trees;
dream a little dream of me.
Say nighty-night and kiss me,
just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me,
while I'm alone and blue as can be,
dream a little dream of me.
en el caso de ser de los suyos usted por edad seria de las mias..
ResponderEliminarcreo en el caminante que lucha con viento en contra y aun asi va pa' adelante!