{"id":99803,"date":"2018-11-23T11:17:34","date_gmt":"2018-11-23T09:17:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ggm.anatropia.gr\/?p=99803"},"modified":"2018-11-23T11:17:34","modified_gmt":"2018-11-23T09:17:34","slug":"anna-vissi-tryferi-anartisi","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ggm.anatropia.gr\/anna-vissi-tryferi-anartisi\/","title":{"rendered":"\u0397 \u03c4\u03c1\u03c5\u03c6\u03b5\u03c1\u03ae \u03b1\u03bd\u03ac\u03c1\u03c4\u03b7\u03c3\u03b7 \u03c4\u03b7\u03c2 \u0386\u03bd\u03bd\u03b1\u03c2 \u0392\u03af\u03c3\u03c3\u03b7 \u03b3\u03b9\u03b1 \u03c4\u03b7\u03bd \u03ba\u03cc\u03c1\u03b7 \u03c4\u03b7\u03c2 (pic)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\nThe trace of pleasure or regret <\/em>
\nMay be my treasure or the price I have to pay <\/em>
\nShe may be the song that summer sings <\/em>
\nMaybe the chill that autumn brings <\/em>
\nMaybe a hundred different things <\/em>
\nWithin the measure of a day<\/em>
\nShe may be the beauty or the beast <\/em>
\nMay be the famine or the feast <\/em>
\nMay turn each day into a Heaven or a Hell <\/em>
\nShe may be the mirror of my dreams <\/em>
\nA smile reflected in a stream <\/em>
\nShe may not be what she may seem <\/em>
\nInside her shell<\/em>
\nShe, who always seems so happy in a crowd <\/em>
\nWhose eyes can be so private and so proud <\/em>
\nNo one’s allowed to see them when they cry <\/em>
\nShe may be the love that cannot hope to last <\/em>
\nMay come to me from shadows in the past <\/em>
\nThat I remember ’till the day I die<\/em>
\nShe maybe the reason I survive <\/em>
\nThe why and wherefore I’m alive <\/em>
\nThe one I’ll care for through the rough in many years<\/em>
\nMe, I’ll take her laughter her tears <\/em>
\nAnd make them all my souvenirs <\/em>
\nAnd where she goes I’ve got to be <\/em>
\nThe meaning of my life is <\/em>
\nShe, she <\/em>
\nOh, she…..#ha ppybirthday#Sofia#myoneandonly?<\/em><\/p>\n

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She may be the face I can’t forget The trace of pleasure or regret May be my treasure or the price I have to pay She may be the song that summer sings Maybe the chill that autumn brings Maybe a hundred different things Within the measure of a day She may be the beauty or the beast May be the famine or the feast May turn each day into a Heaven or a Hell She may be the mirror of my dreams A smile reflected in a stream She may not be what she may seem Inside her shell She, who always seems so happy in a crowd Whose eyes can be so private and so proud No one’s allowed to see them when they cry She may be the love that cannot hope to last May come to me from shadows in the past That I remember ’till the day I die She maybe the reason I survive The why and wherefore I’m alive The one I’ll care for through the rough in many years Me, I’ll take her laughter her tears And make them all my souvenirs And where she goes I’ve got to be The meaning of my life is She, she Oh, she…..#ha ppybirthday#Sofia#myoneandonly?<\/a><\/p>\n

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