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Es difícil saber cuánto rencor, cuánto odio, cuánto dolor es capaz de soportar uno mismo. Y si llega un momento en el que quieres dejar de sentir rencor, odio, dolor, y ya ni siquiera deseas querer, ¿sería posible? ¿Por favor? Allí donde está esa herida que alcanza hasta el corazón, es por ahí por donde entra el frío. Escuchando una y otra vez la misma canción, y mientras escribo me tiemblan las manos: Love of my life - you've hurt me, You've broken my heart and now you leave me, Love of my life can't you see, Bring it back, bring it back, Don't take it away from me, because you don't know -, what it means to me. Love of my life don't leave me, You've taken my love, you now desert me, Love of my life can't you see, Bring it back, bring it back, Don't take it away from me because you don't know - what it means to me. You won't remember - When this is blown over And everything's all by the way - When i get older I will be there at your side to remind you how i still love you - still love you. Back - hurry back, Please bring it back home to me, because you don't know what it means to me - Love of my life Love of my life...

T.C.M.S.