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Kahapon Lamang





Inawit ni Sharon Cuneta

Kahapon lamang narito ang saya
May dalawang puso, daigdig na kay ganda
Sa kanilang mata mababanaag pa
Ningning ng pagsinta ukol sa isa't-isa

Kahapon lamang ay magkahawak pa
Sa isang landasin na ngayo'y nagsanga
Bagama't may ngiti, balatkayong saya
Magkabalikan pa kaya sila?

Sa kanilang mata mababanaag pa
Ningning ng pagsinta ukol sa isa't-isa

Kahapon lamang pag-ibig ay wagas
Animo'y batis na di magwawakas
Nguni't naglayo, di na nagkasundo
Kahit nagmamahalan kapwa puso

Kahapon lamang pag-ibig ay wagas
Animo'y batis na di magwawakas
Nguni't naglayo, di na nagkasundo
Kahit nagmamahalan kapwa puso




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Bakit para bagang minsa'y hindi nagiging sapat ang pag-ibig? Kailan ito nangyayari? Paano ito posible?







   

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  1. Hello! :) This is not really related to what you posted, but I think you will like this 10-minute film, "Love is Like Life but Longer": http://vimeo.com/21081764

    Oh, I also sent you an invite to join Pinterest. I think you'll enjoy using the site :) Have a happy week ahead of you!

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  2. Thanks, Trish, for these. Have a good one too. Cheers.

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