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me pregunto a veces si es realmente verdad
cuando era adaptó Londres
nosotros que estaban parados
era no para ese olor singular
todos tragan los ańos
amo robar un rato lejos
una tormenta está montando en la marea
déjeme moverse lentamente a través de la calle
compuesto de loveliness solamente
levantado de los muertos
cuando un hecho se hace para la libertad
no hay escape al lado del río
qué yo le deben
apenas como mis dedos en estas llaves

 



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