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26 lines
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If the poet Eres Tu
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If you are a poet
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as the poet said
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and he has stretched stars
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a thousand nights of colorful rain
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it's you
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What do I have to tell you, Commander?
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If you peeked
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to the future profile
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and estrenócon voices rifle
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was you
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warrior forever,
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eternal time
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What I can sing, Commander?
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In vain I search my guitar your pain
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and in my garden and everything it is beautiful
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no fear
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What puedp I leave you, Commander
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that is not my guitar change your luck?
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Or deny a song to the sun
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or die unloved.
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What do I have to tell you, Commander? 1970
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