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Apr 2017
I’m not going to rest
The last moment is not who I am
Neither will be the next one
I’m going to invent myself every day
There’s always more work to be done

I don’t look where I’ve been
I just carry it with me
There’s no need to throw anything away
Even my mistakes have meaning
That’s what I remember the most anyway

Don’t think I can’t love you more than her
I don’t have to make a resolution
There’s always a bird flying by
When they leave I wonder if lonely is being free
Is that why I am happy to see an empty blue sky?

The good thing is I know where it all began
And if I can’t take you there then
I’ll bring it to you except it will be new
And when you ask me about her
My heart will tell you what’s true

Let’s feel the pain and the joy
That will be our paradise
We will know how to live a real life
There are no longer any  storms that we fear
Turn your back on me now; I threw away my knife
Mark Lecuona
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