the birthday hat
A new year in rags
A lot of sleepless
greetings Endless
disappointments stale Old fears are gone
The old adventures spent
brides before
loved me The love that ultimately left
The feast put together by the
They enjoy friends in the old table
She whispers in his ear
I
stripped of my weaknesses I approached with my coats
I boasted of my skill
A new year in rags
A lot of sleepless
greetings Endless
disappointments stale Old fears are gone
The old adventures spent
brides before
loved me The love that ultimately left
The feast put together by the
They enjoy friends in the old table
She whispers in his ear
I
stripped of my weaknesses I approached with my coats
I boasted of my skill
Jean Machuca
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