Remedy
Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, “you be the death of me”
It aches in every bone, I’ll die alone, but not for pleasure
I see my heart explode, it’s been eroded by the weather here
If you want me hold me back
..."que a su corazón le falte mi latido / que ella, cuya grandeza admiro, me admita en el alto vuelo de su sueño”
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