Separate tableschris de burghcherie, il est onze heures du soiret tu me manques beaucoup;je pense … toi toujours...toujours.at separate tables we sit down to eat,in separate bedrooms we go to sleep at night,i only wish you knew how much,you've been on my mind;i think about you when the morning comes,i think about you when all my day is done,wondering what you are doing now,are you lonely too?because i - i miss you here tonight,and i wish you were by my side,and i don't want to let go;at separate tables we sit down to write,the separate letters that never see the light,if only we could just agree,to read between the lines;i want to see you and i know what i will say,we must be crazy to throw it all away,never knowing what is lost,before it's all too late;and i - i miss you here tonight,and i wish you were by my side,and i don't want to let go;yes i - i miss you here tonight,and when i hold you by my side,well i'm not gonna let go;i miss you, i really miss you...from: deise zandona <spock@ulbranet.com.br>