I know many thing about you,
the way we used to be,
and love it with humor,
because it was true,
sometimes I feel so lonely,
for all past we have been through,
so i remember you,
for all sickness I have.
Lonely, dear is hurting,
never know this will pass,
in the garden morning prayer,
birds join my crying,
and no one cares about,
it's only you, you my boy,
so I remember you,
fr all sickness I have.
Why do I believe,
if will be easy day,
yes, you tel me it will be,
but, sometimes is too lonely,
I am sick,
and your baby dance in my womb,
so I remember you,
for all sickness I have.
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