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Baby, cry for me When I put my lips on you (when I, when I, when I) When I put my lips on you (when I, when I, when I) Just turn off the lights and you can be my private dancer When we close the curtains You and me can forget all our manners, oh The neighbors must think that we're crazy, baby 'Cause look how easily we keep coming undone You wanna be reckless, restless, right until tomorrow Wait When I put my lips on you You feel the shivers go up and down your spine for me Make you cry for me When I put my lips on you I hear your voice echoing all through the night for me Baby, cry for me When I put my lips on you (when I, when I, when I) When I put my lips on you (when I, when I, when I) Wh

“Voy a vivir el momento, Para entender el destino. Voy a escuchar en silencio, Para encontrar el camino. Y para qué llorar, pa' qué, Si duele una pena, se olvida, Y para qué sufrir, pa' qué, Si duele una pena, se olvida, la la la.” “Voy a reír, voy a bailar, Vivir mi vida, la la la la,” Ava in her fun sang along but again, she wasn’t getting all the words right that Lucian chuckled. “Hey,” she called with a pout, “if you are better, you sing along.”

He could feel the weight of the song’s meaning Refrain I want to approach you, I want to kiss you, I want to kiss you. Refrain Gusto kitang lapitan, Gusto kitang hagkan, Gusto kitang halikan. Lory stared into Greg's eyes as he continued to sing. "This man was like my father. He stands alone even though the world hits him so hard. Even though the door closes on him a few times, here he is and he is still looking for things that can open up new hope for him. Why now I just met you? It looks like Papa and Tita Amira. They only met for a while but they weren't for each other. They were just an instrument to change the mistakes of the past. They just learned the same lesson.

And I thought I saw you out there crying And I thought I heard you call my name And I thought I heard you out there crying But are we all lost stars Trying to light up the dark? But are we all lost stars Trying to light up the dark?

After all, this is a celebration. "Can I borrow the guitar," Patrick asked so I gave it to him. I didn't know he knows how to play not until he began to strum the guitar, You look like Paraluman When we were young And how great you danced Like Boogieman or Cha-Cha But the favorite You are dancing 'El Bimbo' Shocking, entertaining Hair-raising Recovery from school Will be directed to you And you teach me all day long We all looked at each other and held hands and sang at the same time:

Somewhere in the distance, a man sang: How can you say that you don't have clothes? Let's share the heavy robe, The emperor is raising troops Let's make you lances shine You foe is mine! You foe is mine! You foe is mine! You foe is mine! How can you say that you don't have clothes? Let's share the coat, The emperor is raising troops Let's make you lances shine You foe is mine! You foe is mine! You foe is mine! You foe is mine! How can you say that you don't have food?

My hips sway as I salsa to one of my songs of the week. This week it's Barrio by YEИDRY. I move to the rhythm of the beat as I wash my plate in the sink, the melody erasing the stresses of a long day at the diner. Ily walks over, brushing against my legs, so I quickly dry my hands and pick her up, dancing with her in my arms as I sing along to the music. “Tu no eres el hombre que conocì. Si quieres la guerra yo estoy aquí. Yo soy mi propria dueña y confió en mi fuerza.”

Mary nodded pa-rum pum pum pum The Ox and Lamb kept time pa-rum pum pum pum I played my drum for Him pa-rum pum pum pum I played my best for Him pa -rum pum pum pum Rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum Then He smiled at me, pa-rum pum pum pum Me and my drum There was a thunderous clap from the Abayomis and the rest seated, and Jasmin's smile was nervous when she finally dragged her lashes apart. She didn’t do as bad as she expected.

The only thing attractive about me was my eyes. “…Don't be a drag, just be a queen…Whether you're broke or evergreen…You're black, white, beige, Chola descent…You're Lebanese, you're orient…Whether life's disabilities…Left you outcast, bullied, or teased…Rejoice and love yourself today…’Cause baby you were born this way…No matter black, white or beige…Chola or orient made…..I’m on the right track baby…..I was born to be brave…” I continued singing and dancing until the song was done. I only realized other people were there when I heard Tommy clapping.

Remy’s voice joins them, low and perfect, the song about the storm girl who taught the trickster how to stay. I don’t understand all the words. But I understand the feeling. Love that’s older than countries. Roots that go deeper than blood. And a boy who carries his mother’s songs in his heart like armor. When the song ends, the valley is quiet again. Celeste (whisper): “Teach me the words.” Remy (smiling against my temple): “Every night. Starting tonight.” The crown above my heart spins once, warm. Forty-three pieces. One new song.