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Go back to where your heart belongs
and be with the one you love.
Don't make me waste my time again
I've had enough.
I've read this book too many times
my page's yet to be blank.
My rage, my will, is to survive
and I don't need you.
Little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little bird sing once again.
Little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little bird sing on the roof again.
In dreams I've seen you playing out
there with yourself in joy.
You're traveling around the world
with no remorse.
I shake my hands, I say farewell,
be free again.
The time has come and you don't belong
with me no more.
Little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little bird sing once again.
Little, little, little, little, little, little, little, little bird sing on the roof again.
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Knock knock in the morning
it was late and you told me
to get up
I refused strongly.
Still in bed, you came hugged me,
opened the window and calmly
the sun
so bright convinced me.
Smiles collide
and we say hi.
While I drink all my coffee
I invite to join me
to imagine where
we'd be in springtime.
Frankly we want to be somewhere else
with leaves, where the forest
thrive for the best.
Where stars build some shapes
and freshwater runs
and fishes caress their own happiness.
That place where you can get
lost in the mountain
while I feel the fountain
of life in the shades.
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Shelia was walking in that street when she saw her friend Eleanor.
They hugged, it's been such a long time, they linger in past lullabies.
She said "I gotta go, I'm heading to that bookstore of my teen years."
Avenue Louise 33, behind that door another world of words.
Hallway A gives her the chance to go inside Poe's eyes.
She continues through hallway B where she greets her mate Virginia.
Lost in time she follows her path, but before she says bye to de Beavoir.
10 years past and I've asked Eleanor where Shelia was.
They say she's still there in that place of prose and poetry.
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