Poem: is As? at the Jard?n? Time, the plants in the Jard?n of emotion
The same always work the same flowers
that describes what the Sensaci?n of your love
and take care of each D?a with illusions

Until there is an unexpected Ma?ana Lleg? storm
The devastated Qued? jard?n
And they, with the unfortunate soul
You believe that you can't help your winged ?ngel

Out of this forgotten reason your coraz?n
And the question of whether Echarte aside
Your Jard?n be too planted or
in the hope that is not destroyed

Spend a few D?a to see you in your Jard?n
grow the same flowers mixed with holl?n
And you do not know if save the plantaci?n
or suppress your coraz?n

And now I see my Jard?n out of the window with pain every D?a
With petrol and a lighter
Without knowing whether burn or attempt to wash each flower
Without knowing a new storm comes

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