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you had nothing
but the clothes
on your back
and those expressive
eyes of yours;
a smile as big as
the house we
were building
and a voice loud
enough to hear
over the banging,
scratching, & sawing
dámelo, dámelo
I wanted to give you the world
but all I had with me
were the clothes
on my back
and a nametag with my photo
para tí, para tí
& to you, it meant the world





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