There are pieces of me
All over this place I call home...
An old calendar that matter no more
Old christmas cards from times
That are gone....
Some old toys abandoned in the floor
Pictures to remember those that we love...
There are pieces of me all over
This place !
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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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