eventhough i knew this day was bound to happen sooner or later, your voice still resonates through my thoughts, always marching to the beat of your beloved tambora. go ride your horses to zacatecas. trot by but don't stay. let the purity of your heart lead you into the arms of your past loved ones. let them guide your to the light where we will meet once again.
i will always remember the silky texture of your silver hair.
i miss you and love you so much, tata.
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