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Apr 2016
You never forgot what was lovely
What is a memory anyway
If you can walk as it is happening
Then what you forget
Awaits for you tomorrow
You remembered how to love
Nobody taught you that
Because a feeling is life itself
There are no more lessons
No more reasons to defend
You did what you had to do
And then you left it all with me
Mark Lecuona
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Mark Lecuona
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