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What I’m going to do with this cutting edge
That opens my soul in a mountain of space
Where I’m going to rest my so tired head
That drops in tears every side of universe

If my wings where there to fly to heaven
Why my weight holds the speed to eleven
If my heart was stabbed on my chest to love
Why it pauses the beats of a beautiful dove

What I’m going to do with this open stretch
Dousing the light of my only dream to latch
Where I’m going to settle the hope of my steps
I just wanted to love and be loved without bets

Is it you God who decides what transpires
Why don’t erase my pain that shoots and fires
Is it you God that knows myself is like a wire
Why don’t you cut my extremity on your spire


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Publicado el: 09-09-2003
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