As the days come the days will go,
the truth hurts, its better not to know.
Since you left, the days are black,
and its really immposible to live, without you.
I miss you this days, just like I miss you the last,
for some reason or another, I can't put you in the past.
You will be my eternal love
and this burning flame will continue above.
by Viridiana Perez
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