Buitres
final
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Going towards the scaffold of my days with an immense animal on my shoulders I go
Inventing an ending to escape from you. And for not telling you what I should
I'm inventing an ending to escape from you. One night I lost you I asked for poison beer, toast to you and with each drink the things I couldn't say went away; the things I didn't know how to say.