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The one with the white horse, my Dad ...
You said he'd come and make me happy
Here he is, but he,my Dad ,he came late
With his horses exhausted and thirsty ...
Fairy tales to me were you saying, Daddy ...
You told me there is hope for immortality!
That possibly in my lifetime they'd know
The pill that heals "every disease or sorrow"
You stated , Daddy, that we are
The most beloved our gods ilk
That the defeat and pain unknown they are
To our great perennial kin of the league ...
You may have been right, in the end
To dream about this bizarre story
But I prefer more vulnerable, my Dad
To be shown at my next worry ...
I can not stand to be always laggard
To get by myself the snake out of its hole
To remain the last strong leopard
Alone to lick bleeding wounds in my soul...
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