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One day

One day
I will see you one day
I will talk to you again one day
I will not be shy, I promise.

One day I will tell you all the curiosity I have about you.
One day I will ask you about your past.
One day I will sing for you, just Mexican songs, just in Spanish.
One day I will play the piano again.

One day I will invite you a coffee just to see your eyes, to enjoy your face.
One day I will cook something delicious.
One day I will surprise you with one never ending story.
One day I will make you cry.

One day I will drive you to the mountains.
One day I will feel your heart.
One day you will be my autumn.
One day I will make you smile.

One day I will find you.
One day I will meet you.
One day in the morning and then never again.

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