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Though I know I’m just
Pleading with my palms -
I say a prayer anyway
Drunken clouds stumble
Across the sky ******* on
Hope of sun in spring
Seems as though I'm always falling
short,
back,
or behind
I held two flags
Both  red white and blue
You said I could only choose one
Like rice and beans
On U.S soil - mis idiomas
Se mezclan
I scaled the wall of
Your maze - to hell with your cheese
I will churn my own
I don't know if it's
you or the Heineken but
My heart's on fire
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