viernes, 16 de septiembre de 2011


When I was younger I saw my daddy cry and cursed at the wind.
He broke his own heart and I watched as he tried to reassemble it.
My mamma swore she would never let herself forget.

And that was the day I promised
I'd never sing of love if it does not exist.
But darling, you are the only exception..

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