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I went through life making mistakes And stuffed bumps, bruises, And she made discounts for a young age, On the wind in the head and drafts. Someone I offended in vain, Someone I can't forgive Sometimes I did not understand someone else's misfortune, As if she was going to live forever. The wave of the sea so polishes the stones, So life erases all my corners. Through sorrows and silent wounds I'm learning not to burn bridges in front of me. I'm learning not to see the load of other people's mistakes, Empty grievances and petty fuss, Senseless crooked half-smiles, Spiritual serene poverty. Learning to meet sunrises and sunsets And see the beauty in every moment And carefully keep your losses, Appreciate insights, life of novelty.