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Sencillo / Pista
On the brow of the hill
As she sees him depart
No more sun in her sky
No more joy in her heart
All of his magic
Still lives in her mind
All the sounds and the images
Slowly rewind
And he's out there somewhere
Skies grow dark, suns eclipse
She remembers his voice
And the touch of his lips
Maybe in time
As he touched her soft lips
And he's out there somewhere
Skies grow dark, suns eclipse
She remembers his voice
And the touch of his lips
Maybe in time
As he touched her soft lips