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I know you will say that you will never come
To take away my peace
And even condemn me
To have in my days
Sweet memories
And many afflictions
Clouding my view

I know in my dreams they will appear
Like clouds of pain in the sky of my suffering
In return you will hear
Some verses of passions
Coming from a heart
That only wanted to love you

But nothing will be lost
The pain itself will be worth it
The world is a good teacher
To teach you that remorse is like a thorn
That keeps hurting in doses of affection

Loneliness will not leave
Those who have the gift of hating
To hurt those who know how to love
The nails of longing
Truly mark
Scratching non-stop