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Amigos Para Siempre

I look at you
I wonder why
There has to come
A time when we must say goodbye
Im alive when we are together

[+] Amigos Para Siempre (Friends For Life) - Sarah Brightman & José Carrera
[+] Lyrics
[+] Live Version from the Barcelona Olympics Closing Ceremony

[#] Still the best Olympics, I think. Great opening and closing ceremony.
[#] Have a nice weekend...Hugs to everyone.


d SINNER!!! said…
:) nice weekend to u too!!!
Jeevan said…
Amigos para siempre, nanba (Means youll always be my friend).

Thank you and enjoy your weekend too :)
Nachi said…
*hugs* bro...have fun this weekend! :)
Kavi said…
Happy weekend ! And cheers to the good times. They are within reach !
Cinderella. said…
I loved those lines bhai !

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