There is a voice on my head
It says that people are wrong
They say and think
That hell is hot
I say nope
Hell must be cold
Like the heart of the unkind
Or the unfaithful love
Like the ice in the mind
Of those that judge
Or plant hate...
Hell surely is as cold
As a this frigid January night...
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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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