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Miedo

Dime a qué le tienes miedo
A que te ame como nadie te ha amado
A que crea en tu sonrisa cada vez que la veo
Que puedo demostrarte en un beso mi cariño
O que puedo dejarte libre porque te quiero más
Que sólo con verte a los ojos sientas el sol
Con un abrazo te baje el cielo y las estrellas
O que las deje ahí para poder viajar a ellas
Que tus problemas se vuelvan mis problemas
Que cuando te sientas sola este contigo
Que cuanto la gente te diga algo te defienda
Que encuentras en mi lo que buscas
Que nunca me aleje
Que siempre piense en tu bien
Que no te haga sentir miedo
Que dé mi vida por la tuya
A eso tienes miedo

¿Por qué le tienes miedo al amor?

No hay nada que temer porque siempre estaré contigo.

Tampoco voy a hacer comentarios, pero esto es parte de la segunda migración (yo que odio tanto cambiarme de casa).

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