The soft caress of our child's hand
Sniffles at memories bland
Our dreams behind
Obstacles bound the hind
Was this the plan?
Adios Querido el blanco!
Those memories gnaw at my very soul
Lies found a home
Our hearts are crushed from different mould
Adios!
Vegetable spirits smeared in crude
Mashed with incandescent prude
Goodbyes are always rude
We are overwhelmed by uncertain mood
Gracias nakupenda!
A friend always in my heart
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