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| My glass is empty Fill it up Or pass me down Another cup Of untouched wine To pass the time So I may rest outside my mind Like wind I came Like wind I go And what I learned I'll never know My thoughts are hid Behind my fears As in the night I hide my tears The night is spent My lies undone With morning's wake I'm swiftly gone. |
| COME THE MORNING |
| by Raul Colocho |
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