Isaías
Durazno, Durazno, Uruguay
Every day, I imagine a future where I can be with you
In my hand is a pen that will write a poem of me and you
The ink flows down into a dark puddle
Just move your hand - write the way into his heart!
But in this world of infinite choices
What will it take just to find that special day?
J̱̰̺͍͈̬̉̍̈̒̉͗ͅu͔̬̬ͭͪ̇̽̓̊̆͊s̯̬̞̄͐͒ͧ͊ͪt̝̟̯͔̃̾̋̒ͥ͗ͤ̃ͣ ̰̬̝̫͊̎̅̂ͥ̾̓M̬̭̪̲̰͙͉͋ͧͬ́̔̌͊̅̊o͓͖͉ͬ͑ͦͫ̀͌ͬͅn̖̼̺̪̺̫̤̈̄͛̎͛i̥͚͌̌ͧ̂̍͊͆͂k̞̥̟̣̒̆͋ͧ͊͗̚a͕̙̭̙͒̊ͧ.̟̬̟̯̤̳̩̳́ͣͤJ̱̰̺͍͈̬̉̍̈̒̉͗ͅu͔̬̬ͭͪ̇̽̓̊̆͊s̯̬̞̄͐͒ͧ͊ͪt̝̟̯͔̃̾̋̒ͥ͗ͤ̃ͣ ̰̬̝̫͊̎̅̂ͥ̾̓M̬̭̪̲̰͙͉͋ͧͬ́̔̌͊̅̊o͓͖͉ͬ͑ͦͫ̀͌ͬͅn̖̼̺̪̺̫̤̈̄͛̎͛i̥͚͌̌ͧ̂̍͊͆͂k̞̥̟̣̒̆͋ͧ͊͗̚a͕̙̭̙͒̊ͧ J̱̰̺͍͈̬̉̍̈̒̉͗ͅu͔̬̬ͭͪ̇̽̓̊̆͊s̯̬̞̄͐͒ͧ͊ͪt̝̟̯͔̃̾̋̒ͥ͗ͤ̃ͣ ̰̬̝̫͊̎̅̂ͥ̾̓M̬̭̪̲̰͙͉͋ͧͬ́̔̌͊̅̊o͓͖͉ͬ͑ͦͫ̀͌ͬͅn̖̼̺̪̺̫̤̈̄͛̎͛i̥͚͌̌ͧ̂̍͊͆͂k̞̥̟̣̒̆͋ͧ͊͗̚a͕̙̭̙͒̊ͧ J̱̰̺͍͈̬̉̍̈̒̉͗ͅu͔̬̬ͭͪ̇̽̓̊̆͊s̯̬̞̄͐͒ͧ͊ͪt̝̟̯͔̃̾̋̒ͥ͗ͤ̃ͣ ̰̬̝̫͊̎̅̂ͥ̾̓M̬̭̪̲̰͙͉͋ͧͬ́̔̌͊̅̊o͓͖͉ͬ͑ͦͫ̀͌ͬͅn̖̼̺̪̺̫̤̈̄͛̎͛i̥͚͌̌ͧ̂̍͊͆͂k̞̥̟̣̒̆͋ͧ͊͗̚a͕̙̭̙͒̊ͧ

Every day, I imagine a future where I can be with you
In my hand is a pen that will write a poem of me and you
The ink flows down into a dark puddle
Just move your hand - write the way into his heart!
But in this world of infinite choices
What will it take just to find that special day?
J̱̰̺͍͈̬̉̍̈̒̉͗ͅu͔̬̬ͭͪ̇̽̓̊̆͊s̯̬̞̄͐͒ͧ͊ͪt̝̟̯͔̃̾̋̒ͥ͗ͤ̃ͣ ̰̬̝̫͊̎̅̂ͥ̾̓M̬̭̪̲̰͙͉͋ͧͬ́̔̌͊̅̊o͓͖͉ͬ͑ͦͫ̀͌ͬͅn̖̼̺̪̺̫̤̈̄͛̎͛i̥͚͌̌ͧ̂̍͊͆͂k̞̥̟̣̒̆͋ͧ͊͗̚a͕̙̭̙͒̊ͧ.̟̬̟̯̤̳̩̳́ͣͤJ̱̰̺͍͈̬̉̍̈̒̉͗ͅu͔̬̬ͭͪ̇̽̓̊̆͊s̯̬̞̄͐͒ͧ͊ͪt̝̟̯͔̃̾̋̒ͥ͗ͤ̃ͣ ̰̬̝̫͊̎̅̂ͥ̾̓M̬̭̪̲̰͙͉͋ͧͬ́̔̌͊̅̊o͓͖͉ͬ͑ͦͫ̀͌ͬͅn̖̼̺̪̺̫̤̈̄͛̎͛i̥͚͌̌ͧ̂̍͊͆͂k̞̥̟̣̒̆͋ͧ͊͗̚a͕̙̭̙͒̊ͧ J̱̰̺͍͈̬̉̍̈̒̉͗ͅu͔̬̬ͭͪ̇̽̓̊̆͊s̯̬̞̄͐͒ͧ͊ͪt̝̟̯͔̃̾̋̒ͥ͗ͤ̃ͣ ̰̬̝̫͊̎̅̂ͥ̾̓M̬̭̪̲̰͙͉͋ͧͬ́̔̌͊̅̊o͓͖͉ͬ͑ͦͫ̀͌ͬͅn̖̼̺̪̺̫̤̈̄͛̎͛i̥͚͌̌ͧ̂̍͊͆͂k̞̥̟̣̒̆͋ͧ͊͗̚a͕̙̭̙͒̊ͧ J̱̰̺͍͈̬̉̍̈̒̉͗ͅu͔̬̬ͭͪ̇̽̓̊̆͊s̯̬̞̄͐͒ͧ͊ͪt̝̟̯͔̃̾̋̒ͥ͗ͤ̃ͣ ̰̬̝̫͊̎̅̂ͥ̾̓M̬̭̪̲̰͙͉͋ͧͬ́̔̌͊̅̊o͓͖͉ͬ͑ͦͫ̀͌ͬͅn̖̼̺̪̺̫̤̈̄͛̎͛i̥͚͌̌ͧ̂̍͊͆͂k̞̥̟̣̒̆͋ͧ͊͗̚a͕̙̭̙͒̊ͧ

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