You're going to die
If you write a poem again
That captures a bit of truth
You're going to want to say
Promises
That yesterday's sea was for me

In a box with papers
Yesterday and today were submerged
Art was hiding in an alley
I saved a thousand days in a bottle of lotion
And today I touched the high school that marked me
And a day like today
I spoke with Sara, I said goodbye

I passed by the dead school
That has never died because it never lived
The sea of the deer has already rained
While I was sleeping someone from yesterday died
And today I touched the high school that marked me
And a day like today
I spoke with Sara, I said goodbye

Para pa pa, para pa pa

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