Mi Cara, the way your lips smile
Make me want to stay for a while.
When you utter a silent curse,
My whole world starts to burst.
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Mi Cara, I love to hold your hand
The fondness of your mind
The gentleness of your touch
The sweetness of your lips.
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Mi Cara, my sweet amore.
When your gentle eyes gaze,
It's as if I will not bear
The passion of your stare.
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Mi Cara, the sun now sets.
Hold my hand, the intent look
Gaze upon the setting sun.
Mi Cara, my gentle amore.
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