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May 2017
I don’t ask too many questions
At least not that I’m aware
Maybe I do or just maybe I don’t think so
Except that I will if it means something
Like a stranger I’ve come to know

You don’t have to tell me
What you believe is your affair
Perception is when somebody says it’s so
I’ll listen to you even if it’s nothing
I’m not worried about what you know

We can go where the light is quiet
And the darkness loud
All we have to do is let it be so
We’ll avoid the popular crowd
And sing songs in Spanish
About love and tales of woe

I don’t need to know your religion
Or your favorite prayer
It’s not important that you say it’s so
I’ll look into your eyes to find my blessing
And hopefully then I’ll really know

We can go live in the soft climate  
Underneath no dark cloud
We will bury ourselves in the same row
No matter how often it’s been plowed
Our memories will never vanish
Not in the heart of a farmer or a crow
Mark Lecuona
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