Spanish verb portfolio

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I live to see new places
I live to hear new things
I live to watch new faces
but not to be seen

We grow to run amok
We grow to touch the sky
We grow and pick the lock
no one asks why

You crawl to sob and weep
You crawl to leave a kiss
You crawl back to sleep
nothing is amiss

They float beyond the rivers
They float into the sky
They float through the slivers
cut into your eyes

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