Life was weary,
After the great turmoil,
Gather myself to walk,
On the thin barbed wire,
Scarlette was my wounds,
My heart had sung a million songs,
Sad, happy and anguish ones,
Not ever it has tickled,
The way it is speared with the last one.
Your arrival was the colour wagon,
Splashed my breathe left and right,
Dreams were light, like
The pink cotton candy fly.
The pink cotton candy fly.
Desires and wises come out of the dark,
Smiles started dancing on the front stage,
When you hld me in your arms and
said "Everythings gonna be fine,mi Amorita"
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