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Very abstract.
I gotchu, hopefully building?
The house has carved our names in itself
Eating time with its ragged front door open
I dream of you sitting by the fireplace
Singing a lullaby to the cold remains
I reach out to touch you but there is nothing
And the darkness swallows my fingers again
More.
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A mi no me importa nada
Para mi la vida es un sueño
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