Roses from my friends


"Sometimes I feel I know strangers
better than I know my friends
Why must a beginning
be the means to an end?

The stones from my enemies
these wounds will mend
But I cannot survive
the roses from my friends

...

This may be the last time I see you
Forgive me for holding you close
This may be the last time I see you
So of this moment I will make the most"

Roses From My Friends --- Ben Harper

Por Gerardo

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bonito y sonoro homena-Ge*

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