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irrelevancy there's Marx
foreign
I'm trying to persist,
being sincere until the end to be with you
And you,
according to what you see,
you are my world,
it is my punishment
But
tomorrow the sun will rise,
sunrises that will be with me
More than yesterday,
you are a sin of my religion
I must take care of my back,
my forehead,
in your intention
And much more than yesterday,
suffering and love will complement each other
In a hug our history will be sealed I
am vulnerable to my impulses about you
But this more than yesterday,
in your hands is my heart
In your hands is my heart
It is at night when I sleep,
I wake up in a dream that you have hurt me
And I'm trying to persist,
being sincere until the end to be with you
And you, according to what you see,
you are my world, it is my punishment
But tomorrow the sun will rise,
sunrises that will be with me
That will be with me