I wanted things to be different
And not as they are now.
My flaws and misdeeds,
Cast a dark shadow over us
The purity of inexperience,
A price to pay.
I could make up an excuse
But in the end I know
We were warm like the summer rains
And every bit as fleeting.
I question daily,
"Was it love?"
Knowing it was a spring bud
And not the weathered wise reed.
Bailando contigo te quiero
Que quando bebero te quiero
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Behave yourself, now. ;)