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This Is Me You can see a smile on my lips, Read the happiness in my eyes, Laughing throughout the days, But can't read the sorrows in my heart. However the sorrows in my heart, Can maybe be change if I decide to give myself a chance to prove that I'm worth of something. If You Forget Me I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now, if little by little you sto