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de la canción y del sueño para ido siempre
usted piensa, mi muchacho, cuando pongo mis brazos alrededor de usted
no éramos muchos
el cuerpo puede confinar
usted está claro
el pasar a través de las paredes amontonadas y feas
pueden hablar de amor en una cabaña
en la obscuridad y la paz de mi cama final
los hice una oferta todo el adiós
hace mil años silenciosos
tome mis pulseras

 



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