El estado de mi cuestión
Tuesday, June 2, 2015
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Don’t let me vanish into the rain,
I don’t want to;
Keep looking at me,
Watching me, talking to me.
Call me from the distance,
And I will listen,
Turn round and see you ,
It will mean I am still here, too.
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