Hang out your washing my friend
It's a long
Old
Love, life filled
Picturesque streams
Run away, like the water they are
Promise of literal dreams
Gleam in your eyes
Like candle lit paper stars
To indulge from afar, in your joys
Is the choice in my heart
Since the history that's happening
Will keep us apart
A new start, a sketch of Spain
A smile, a hint, a wondrous thing
From me a sigh
Relief
No lie
Happiness. Is an art
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