There was

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And there was a tree in that place.

Love was written on it,

All the pain was with her.

There was a flower that was going to sprout in it.

The wind was blowing, time was passing,

And the tree remained in place.

But under the hands of pain, which

It wasn't printed there,

To the ground he ended up.

And there was a beautiful garden

In that place, smiles and

Tears lived there.

But now it's different,

Everything has changed.

For not knowing, for not living,

For not loving...

Nothing else is in its place.

There was poetry in that place,

There was life. Life, what life?

The sun remained in its shining,

The novel was finished reading.

Stories will have to change.

There was a party there.

Lots of people attended there.

Now the reason is gone,

Many can no longer be.

There was dating in that place,

Now it's just memories that time

Come leave.

Tree that was refuge,

Party that was joy.

Dating that was love.

Love, what love?

There was silence in that place,

There was! That by having to change,

Having to finish, come to an end...

And the burnt tree was,

Life has gone with time.

The search has begun, the secret

Discovered.

There was a tree in that place,

Today it no longer needs to be.

Confession to a friend, tears

To tell you.

And with such a needy look, his voice heard.

There was a tree in that place.

There was pain, despair and death.

There was crying for loving.

There was there.

And you will hear a voice,

And you will say to smile.

cry over the loss of something,

Scream only in pain.

Oh! look at the landscape

And nothing there was to see.

See a void that was not meant to be.

There was a tree in that place,

There were, but not anymore