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Lluvia cantando

sobre gotas cayendo 

de tu tristeza.

The leaves also bloom

in her hair and mind,

and sometimes

the come out

through her mouth

She´s the girl never talks,

at least you are a flower

of the mothers garden.

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and somentimes,

​

if she´s not too sad.

if she´s not too tired.

she sings until the Moon.

starts to dance with the Sky.

She 

lives

surrounded

by

plants

so 

one 

day

she´ll

become

one.

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