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Aug 2019
I assume my sins
my life, my deads
what I have left
it's more than a groan

I broke promises
I killed some hopes
walking winding roads
not defeated

My soul is not captive
shouts ,
and sometimes he cries.

My love still survives

The winds of the West will bring me peace
Written by
Julio  M/Patagonia
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