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Without Music, There Is No Love

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Para Cristina.

Tell me no. Tell me no. Please, just tell me no. That it’s not too late for the two of us. Tell me no, just tell me no. You know that’s not what I want to hear, please tell me no.

The dream is over and so are we because time forgives no one. The damage is done and love is gone — tell me what’s left for us now. Tell me no, just tell me no. That it’s not too late for the two of us.

Your image is blurring and all around me the air is turning so cold. A man knows there is nothing worse than being left behind on the road.

Tell me no, just tell me no. That it’s not too late for the two of us. You don’t believe it — I saw it in your heart, in your heart, in your heart, in your heart, in your heart, in your heart. I know I’m not alone, Cristina.

Tell me no, just tell me no. That it’s not too late for the two of us. Tell me no, just tell me no. You know that’s not what I want to hear, please, tell me no.

The dream is over and so are we because time forgives no one. The damage is done and love is gone — tell me what’s left for us now.

Tell me no, just tell me no, that it’s not too late for the two of us. Your image is blurring and all around me the air is turning so cold. A man knows there is nothing worse than being left behind on the road. Tell me no, just tell me no. That it’s not too late for the two of us.

CARLOS E. — 03/12/2018