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Ikaw
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Ikaw... hangad ko ay makita
Ikaw... tibok ng puso ko ay
Ikaw... ang pinipintig at kinahihiligan ko ay
Ikaw...

Ikaw... pag gising sa umaga'y
Ikaw... umabot man ang hapon
Ikaw... ang iniisip kahit na maidlip panaginip
Ikaw...

Anong gayuma ba ang
Ginamit mo at biglang nagbago
(nagbagong mundo kong walang)

Mundong walang tanglaw
Ay nasikatan ng araw na
Ikaw... (tanging ikaw)

Ikaw... wala na ngang iba pang
Ikaw... at magpakailanman ay
Ikaw... ang kapiling at mamahalin pagkat buha'y ko'y
Ikaw...

Anong gayuma ba ang
Ginamit mo at biglang nagbago
(nagbagong mundo kong walang)

Mundong walang tanglaw
Ay nasikatan ng araw na
Ikaw...

Ikaw tanging
Ikaw ang iniisip
Ang panaginip
Tanging ikaw...

Ano pa bang nais mo
Sa isang tulad kong baliw sayo
(pusong baliw sayo)

Wala nang hihigit pa
Sa pagibig na tanging mithi
Sa aking damdamin
Na ang layunin ay...

Ikaw...

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Hay. Limang araw pa lang, nagkekeso na ako. Mahina.

Comments

Anonymous said…
iloveyou kie!;)
2:17 PM
Anonymous said…
i love you too. ^_^
2:18 PM
Anonymous said…
naniniwala ako!!! iloveyou!!! ^_^
2:20 PM
Anonymous said…
salamat sa mga kanta!
wag ka nang matakot.
haylabshu! ^-^
3:31 PM
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