di Daniela Domenici
I have lost my SMILE
or better
someone has stolen it…
Where is it now?
Has someone found it?
My SMILE is easily recognizable:
true, spontaneous, warm, open, joyous…
Can someone look for it, please?
It was part of me…
I loved it…
I miss it so much…
I wonder where it is now…
I hope it’s not suffering too much because it’s warmless and joyless…
My poor SMILE…LOST…who knows where…
maybe forever…
What a difference a day makes
Twenty-four little hours
Brought the sun and the flowers
Where there used to be rain
My yesterday was blue, dear
Today I’m a part of you, dear
My lonely nights are through, dear
Since you said you were mine
What a difference a day makes
There’s a rainbow before me
Skies above can’t be stormy
Since that moment of bliss, that thrilling kiss
It’s heaven when you find romance on your menu
What a difference a day made
And the difference is you
What a difference a day makes
There’s a rainbow before me
Skies above can’t be stormy
Since that moment of bliss, that thrilling kiss
It’s heaven when you find romance on your menu
What a difference a day made
And the difference is you.
Aretha Franklin sings it in 1964
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