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I dreamed of many early mornings,
the pillow dyed a red dawn...
I dreamed that you didn't say goodbye,
saying poems so as not to return...< br/>To never return,
I sold music in a thousand ways without knowing,
the flowers cry more
when you don't take care of my garden...
of petals withered, of quarrels and screams,
asking to be reborn...
And if yesterday and the wind have brought me,
memories of oblivion not to return...
To never return,
I sold music in a thousand ways without knowing,
the flowers cry more when you don't take care of my garden...
If you don't sow hope,
If you don't water the feeling,
the sun will not come out of the house to see me...
saying nonsense,
in all the corners so as not to return...
To not come back,
I gave you my music in a thousand ways without knowing,
The nights look brighter
When you sleep (next to me...)
To never come back... .I sold music in a thousand ways without knowing,
the flowers cry more when you don't take care of my garden...
of withered petals, of quarrels and screams, so'é ...