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Apr 2017
To grow a rose garden by the drum beat of its thorns
Is to lure their hearts not by the scent of a flower
But instead by a dream that will be awakened by a flood
For the hearts upon which you play will be punctured
And the blood that flows will forever mark your life
What you thought was love was instead oppression
What you thought was life was instead death
For the way of the sword is not the way of the dove

Una Paloma Revolucionaria

Para crecer un jardín de rosas por el ritmo de tambor de sus espinas
Es atraer sus corazones no por el olor de una flor
Pero en lugar de un sueño que será despertado por una inundación
Porque los corazones sobre los que juegas serán pinchados
Y la sangre que fluye siempre marcará tu vida
Lo que pensabas era amor era opresión
Lo que pensabas era vida era en lugar de la muerte
Porque el camino de la espada no es el camino de la paloma
Mark Lecuona
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