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(Eddie Polo) Must I believe in every breath of life And the bitter taste of salt from the sea Must I believe in those that cross my path And life's shadows disappear Why must there always be a place Or a time a mountain to climb Why must the poets write tomorrow's too late Why can't they find something else to say Must I believe in the absence of your love And the hope you will return to me Must I believe in the dreams of yesterday, They seem so far away Must I believe... From Letras Mania