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This is the story of a dying man whom I saw
Drowned in sadness and pain, and dark loneliness
He wrapped him in so much pain that he just died asking for love
Shouting, he told me I just want them to really love me
He said that since he was a child he was mistreated by his parents, his brothers
They looked at him with contempt, the moment came when he thought that he was not
Son of them, he did everything possible to please them but only insults
He received, he said that he was the pack mule working while his
Parents and siblings gave each other the best life
This is the story of a dying man whom I saw
Drowned in sadness and pain, and dark loneliness
He wrapped him in so much pain that he just died asking for love
Shouting, he told me I just want them to really love me
When visitors arrived, they told him to go to the paddocks
To work and he obediently left, today he only asks that they love him, because the
He has love to give, that with everything they did to him he does not keep
Resentment, and that in his heart he harbors the hope that his family
He loves him like he loves them
This is the story of a dying man whom I saw
Drowned in sadness and pain, and dark loneliness
He wrapped him in so much pain that he just died asking for love
Shouting, he told me I just want them to really love me
