It runs like a snake from extreme to extreme of the country
bringing life, and yet, one day, it just rises like a giant
bringing death...getting back what is rightfully his...
leaving misery behind, like an unfaithful men,
destroying, like an angry warrior...
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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