| old slum wall
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| your shadow was my companion
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| Of my childhood without splendor
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| The friend was your honeysuckle
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| When trembling my love first
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| With hopes he kissed my soul
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| Me together with you pure and happy
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| I sang like this my first confession
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| Honeysuckle in bloom that saw me born
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| And on the old wall they surprised my love
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| Your humble caress is like affection
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| First and dearest I feel for him
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| Honeysuckle in bloom that climbs
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| It is his embrace of him tenacious and sweet like that
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| If every year your flowers are reborn
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| It keeps my first love from dying
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| Years passed and a thousand disappointments
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| I come to tell you about my old wall
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| That's how I learned that you have to pretend
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| to live decently
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| What love and faith, lies are
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| And people laugh at the pain
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| Today that life has punished me
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| And he has taught me his bitter creed
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| old wall with emotion
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| I approach you and tell you like yesterday
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| Honeysuckle in bloom that saw me born
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| And on the old wall they surprised my love
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| Your humble caress is like affection
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| First and dear that I never forgot
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| Honeysuckle in bloom that climbs
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| It is his tenacious and sweet hug like that one
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| If every year your flowers are reborn
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| Why doesn't my first love come back? |