Fog Fog
cold the nights that you bring
day dawnsperfect Fog
wild
That's my life,
A vast labyrinth has not found the exit door.
Tiéndeme your hand
please give me a piece of your heart
Sowing a seed in my chest burning,
Although punish me with indifferent eyes And that whip
tainted in its grip has already
my name marked.
Alejo
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