Apache’s Bid For Renacuajo

Bounding down the hall now,

Leaping from the tower,

Renacuajo, come to me

Renacuajo, run to me.

Sneaking through the window,

Creeping in the garden,

Renacuajo, come to me

Renacuajo, run to me.

Secret, better left unspoken

Promise, better kept unbroken,

Renacuajo, leave with me.

Renacuajo, we could be

So far.

In a world that we don’t know.

But all that matters is our own,

And that’s why instinct never fails to lead us home.

Back again, she’s begging softly

Let me through the door again,

Don’t leave me to the cold again.

Please Apache, come to me.

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