Sometimes you cross the path
With true Angels...
The ones that pick you from the floor
And help you stand up
And clean the dust from your knees
And let you cry in their shoulders
And pray with you
For you. They were by my side tonight. Sometimes they disguise
Themselves as friends. But I know better.
A Second Chance
365 days we go, Round and around The brighten sun And we end at the exact Same point we were In the past year... But the canvas Is once ag...
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I wish that your mornings Be bright, with clear skies That you walk in good paths And that you might have Many reasons to smile I wish that...
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son dos ventanas al cielo negro de tu alma...!
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Hence with each cloud that passes by Pass as well my life Playful little white Puffy bright running In a spring like sky...
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