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Lo cierto

Lo cierto es que yo le quise.
Lo cierto es que me transformó la vida,
qué me  alimentó instantes, que me vio crecer.

Lo cierto es que pasamos a los besos muy rápido. 
Que todo era espontáneo, que terminó en navidad.
Y así volé y regresé a su corazón.

Lo cierto es que no hubo más tiempo que los inviernos largos.
Lo cierto es que todo se descongeló una tarde de cine.
Lo cierto es que convertimos nuestra vida en una película.

Lo cierto es que nos besamos en una escalera, que hicimos el amor en el corredor, 
Lo cierto es que nadie me ha besado de esa manera
Lo cierto es que se metió en el colador que tengo por corazón.

Lo cierto es que decidí dejarle, romperla, alejarme.
Lo cierto es que la vi marchitarse en el pleno verano.
Lo cierto es que el nuevo invierno nos devolvió a los dos.

Lo cierto es que las flores siempre renacen.
Lo cierto es que sigue instalada en mi corazón 

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