Father, forgive me,
I tried not to do it
Turned over a new leaf,
then tore right through it
Whatever you taught me,
I didn't believe it
Father, you fought me,
'cause I didn't care
And I still don't understand
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Yo no te quiero de querer, Te quiero de querer. –Quizá esa es la promesa de tu muerte– dijiste mientras acariciaba tu vestido blanco de seda...
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