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Some day may you read all the words that I wrote
Some set to music, my heart note for note
Published, not published, those spoken or un
So that you may know you were always the one
But for now, and until, here's a few for the way
Come back anytime and remember Andrés
He wrote what he could and he wrote what he knew
And he winked and he smiled when he wrote them for you
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