love



Every night before she leaves,
she hides them blues and everything sleeps. As high as i could, i just fly,
To bid my love one last good bye.
Dear lord! I think to myself,
Out of all that i know, Wind, water, sinners and saints,
Why make me so small while no limits she'd know,
Why make her the sky and me a crow. 

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