DE pronto no Puerto decibels Que yo the debt decor, hombre,personae; Basque unique no escapes MIS palabrasno me echo a flora NI a dormitory Que Congo story sin vertexes have tempo y pasta el fin. I can't just suddenly tell you what I should be telling you, friend, forgive me; you know that although you don't hear my words, I wasn't asleep or in tears, that I am with you without seeing you for a good long time and until the end.
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