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To thee I am talking to you but is time, To you as you away from the rigour and melancholy cry, If ever I said was the truth the truth has always been a lie, To thee I am talking to you but you forgive mother I am saying.
To you that you the courage to fight for you, To you you consuelas Channel cover the traces of my kisses, To you and you do not anything, To you and you do not anything, anything.
To you who disregard thinking with their feet, To you I am left alone even you were in my company, To you and you do not anything, To you and you do not anything, anything.
To thee I am speaking to you as and resigned, To you who with your pride and you stop playing with your cheap, To you you like to go martyr blame that are yours, To thee I am speaking to you because no one is that he what I am saying.
To you that you lack the to fight for you, To you you consuelas with Channel the traces of my kisses, To you and you do not anything, To you and you do not anything, anything.
To you who disregard these thinking with feet, To you I am alone even when you were in my company, To you and you do not anything, To you and you do not anything, anything.
To you and you do not anything, and I left at least This syndrome incurable of both. To you and you do not anything.
To you you lack the courage to fight for you, To you you consuelas with Channel cover the of my kisses, To you and you do not anything, To you and you do not have anything,