And then she said It’s ok I got lost on the way, but I’m a supergirl and supergirls don’t cry And then she’d shout down the line And tell me she’s got no more time, because she’s a supergirl and supergirls don’t hide And then she’d scream in my face tell me to leave, leave this place because she’s a supergirl and supergirls just fly
She was a supergirl, a supergirl. And Supergirls DONT CRY (a la meva mare)
Francesc, I remember you a lot !!! I hope you have a nice summer.
Thanks a lot, I also remember all of you!!! I wish you the same, as a poet said, “Memory is a present that never stops passing”, as other said, “a way of surviving”
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Francesc, I remember you a lot !!! I hope you have a nice summer.
Thanks a lot, I also remember all of you!!! I wish you the same, as a poet said, “Memory is a present that never stops passing”, as other said, “a way of surviving”