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flores de bebés
amo mi vida, pero no demasiado bien
cuando era un muchacho en la universidad
la mujer faltó mucho, cómo usted llama a mí, llamada a mí
rosas y oro
solitario y solitario
sé no dónde
estaba parado
para mirar todo el dia la onda azul encresparse y romperse
con su pelo flaying violentamente
estoy muriendo
las canciones antiguas

 



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