As every night, my mother in her black dress,comes to my room and kiss me, I ask her: Mom, ¿do you love me?, she answer me: ¡Baby I love you, beyond the moon, sun and stars!, she embraces me lovingly and lulls me with her song.
One night, when I was asleep, my father comes to the room where we were, and told her: Estela, you have to accept that our daughter, doesn't lives anymore!, he embraced, rinsed her tears and closed the door.
The next night I waited for her, and next night... and next night ... but she never returned.
Today, I sing alone and before I sleep, I ask to the night: ¿do you love me?, silence is heard ... I never get an answer.
One night, when I was asleep, my father comes to the room where we were, and told her: Estela, you have to accept that our daughter, doesn't lives anymore!, he embraced, rinsed her tears and closed the door.
The next night I waited for her, and next night... and next night ... but she never returned.
Today, I sing alone and before I sleep, I ask to the night: ¿do you love me?, silence is heard ... I never get an answer.

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