Malos tiempos para la lírica

The blue of the sea floods my eyes
The scent of flowers wraps around me
Against the rocks, my anger crashes
And thus all hope comes back to me

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Rats scurry through the shadows of the alley
Your mom comes down with the basket and waves
Sure she’s finished your cotton sweater
You can flash a bright and pure smile

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Sure one day, tired and bored
You’ll find someone good-looking
Your banker job pays well
And your mom with glasses will knit again

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