I knew I wouldn't forget you

And so I went and let you blow my mind

Your sweet moonbeam

The smell of you in every single dream I dream

I knew when we collided you're the one I have decided

Who's one of my kind

Miguel Hernandez

Tristes guerras

si no es amor la empresa.

Tristes, tristes.

Tristes armas

si no son las palabras.

Tristes, tristes.

Tristes, hombres

si no mueren de amores.

Tristes, tristes.

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