Today I choose to love
Sometimes to love
means to let it go
To open your hand
And let that bird
fly away
To hold your desire
To cut off that flower
To stop chasing
A falling star
or the end of the rainbow
I choose to love you
By saying good bye.
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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