Más de un problema

me preguntas qué siento amor y no puedo ser sincero...

me preguntas que pienso amor, y regreso a lo primero

me preguntas por qué pasa amor, te contesto no lo entiendo

me preguntas que hemos hecho, te digo que sólo más viejos...

Las respuestas amor... están en el futuro, no en el pasado

no hay recuerdos si vive el olvido

no hay amores si vive el recuerdo...

no hay vida si no hay amores...

amor es olvido y recuerdo, amor es vida...

amores tuyos, amores míos

recuerdos tuyos, recuerdos míos...

olvida las preguntas amor... olvida los recuerdos

olvida el pasado dolor, olvida los momentos...

olvida que somos así amor, olvida que somos lejanos...

pero nunca olvides amor, no olvides que te amo

Aquí son como 25 problemas en 10 líneas, pero no recuerdo cuál era la intensión de esto.

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