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Sergio Rivero
One is the sun
The sea, the mountains, the stars
The wars, the free, the mounted
The waves, the stars
What good is it for?
And the feathery forests implore
I hear them when I look for answers
Their dances keep touching my core
They make me condemn I’m alive
Then I plunge myself into the hive
To survive
But what good is it for?
When every melody is sore
And I can’t do anything more
Can I do anything more?
What good is it for?
