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To thee I am talking to you but is time, To you as you step from the rigour and melancholy cry, If ever I said was the truth because the truth has been a lie, To thee I am to you but you forgive mother what I am saying.
To you that you lack the courage to 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 these thinking with their feet, To you I am left even when 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 sleep with your pride and you stop with resentment cheap, To you you like to go martyr blame that are yours, To thee I am speaking to you because no one is he understands 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 their feet, To you I am left alone even when you 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 quererte of both. To you and you do not anything.
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