My Santiago
Lost to the four winds.
My father is not the man he was, The man we knew and loved. Part of him has slipped away, Like a thief in the night.
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Lost to the four winds.
My father is not the man he was, The man we knew and loved. Part of him has slipped away, Like a thief in the night.
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