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Margarito my father
Lost in these paths and the go in betweens
All is but a blur of our sunken dreams burned bridges for you and me
I fight myself from with in as I sleep tossing and turning all night
I leave the door cracked for you hoping you will come in
I only have but a childhood memory of you
Made mistakes but we all paid for them
Nothing is left but a plain grave and a few kodaks
I plan to visit one day
I shall forgive you for leaving
I know ill see you again for you to explain
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