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ai ai ai.. tirando lirica.

no se que decirte,
los sentimientos vuelven,
los del papelito en primaria,
contando los minutos,
y pensando, sin saber que pensar,

me vuelven loco,
en un minuto quiero que estes enfrente,
no se explicarme,

pero es por eso mismo,
que me vuelvo loco.

aqui tiro lirica sin equacion,
sin orden ni importancia,
mi mente tira palabras,
porque confundida esta.

pero alli veremos,
adonde nos lleva la vida.

y adonde queda el amor,
en este mundo confuso.

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