I am a dream, dream 
   I have lived in the moon 
 I want to give my two cents 
 You live in a pond at night 
 From prisoner 
 inappropriate laughter, cries 
 worth, 
 Jails bitterness 
 Words are strings    
     
    Tragicomedy. Estopa    
   
  Great for a spring morning  
 
   
 
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