I REMEMBER YOU, AMANDA – I remember you Amanda. The wet street running, to the factory where Manuel worked. The wide smile, the rain in your hair, nothing mattered, you were going to meet with him. They were five minutes, life is eternal in five minutes. The whistle blew to return to work, and you walking you lit up everything. Those five minutes made you blossom. I remember you, Amanda. The wet street running to the factory where Manuel worked. The wide smile, the rain in your hair, nothing mattered you were going to meet with him. And he took to the mountains to fight. He had never hurt a fly, and in five minutes it was all wiped out. The whistle blew to return to work many didn’t go back neither did Manuel. I remember you, Amanda. The wet street running to the factory where Manuel worked.
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