I love this girl
With a like a
As tender as dew
She met me, a perfect stranger
Lost like a poor king, pure as a dove
Catherina Catherina
Catherina Ho
Catherina Catherina
Catherina Ho
Sometimes it's so hard to count
As for her it doesn't matter
I love this girl
With a like a
As tender as dew
She met me, a perfect stranger
Lost like a poor king, pure as a dove
Catherina Catherina
Catherina Ho
Catherina Catherina
Catherina Ho
Catherina Catherina
Catherina Ho
Sometimes it's so hard to count
As for her it doesn't matter
Never tried to dominate her
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