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Jaime Bustos Poem
The time will come to all of us,
that we have to check out from life,
what's going to happen to my brain
specially when is so much in love,
I don't think it will ever die.
because the love is very strong to
end up in the air, but I'm sure that
a part of it will stay with you, and
in your smile.
I whonder what my last thought will
be when that special day arrives, it
will be love, love, real wonderful
special love the only kind of love
that not even deth can kill.
Jaime Ivan Bustos
Copyright © Jaime Bustos | Year Posted 2005
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