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story now, craft later
Deysi's Project
We sometimes come by earth
sometimes by air
Our eyes swollen from tears
Trying our best to push out our fears
We think about family were leaving behind We think about the dreams were trying to find Feeling sorrow, but our minds far from hollow Filled with hope, that's the fuel that runs the globe
Esperanza, lo que llena a cada humano
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-Deysi
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