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PECERA ERES TU
piececitos en el pie de la pecera
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- optimista
- Spain
- Ente literario sumergido, con pantalla, perdido, terapeútico, que recoge diálogos de besugos, esquirlas de la producción -con copyright acorazado- , más lo de los demás que es mio y gritos desesperados y protestas -cebos comestibles y burbujas- , a la era final del petroleo, en los infrasuburbios de la paltaforma, y asi. .
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I sit and wait.
Does an angel contemplate my fate?
And do they know the places where we go when we're grey and old?
'Cos I've been told, that salvation lets their wings unfold.
So when I'm lying in my bed, Thoughts running through my head,
And I feel that love is dead,..
I'm loving angels instead.
And through it all,
She offers me protection, a lot of love and affection, whether I'm right or wrong.
And down the waterfall, wherever it may take me,
I know that life won't break me.
When I come to call,..
She won't forsake me...
I'm loving angels instead.
When I'm feeling weak,
and my pain walks down a one-way street.
I look above,
And I know I'll always be blessed with love,
And as the feeling grows,
She breathes flesh to my bones,
And when love is dead:
I'm loving angels instead.
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