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Single Woman Married Man
How painful it is to accept
That I am not the owner of your lips
That destiny is written
And you hold hands with another
How painful it is to pretend
An impossible so distant
That I am a single woman
And you are a married man
How painful it is to breathe
The cruel fragrance of your steps
And to understand that you are not
Here by my side tonight
How painful it is to know who
Has you in love, knowing that she
Is my friend and I have been hiding it
That it is you whom I want to love
Every night and dawn
To whom I owe this crying
That has soaked into my pillow
That it is my necessity
To shout these words to the wind
Regardless of what
People say or think when they know the truth
That it is you whom I want to love
Month after month as a routine
To melt and assassinate reality
That dominates me but I understand that
In the end, loving you so much is irony
Because I only have your friendship
How painful it is to sigh
As I see you pass by my side
And convince myself that in the end you will end up
In someone else's arms
How painful it is to pretend an impossible
So distant that I am a single woman
And you are a married man
Because I only have your friendship
