Remember when we felt the sun
A love like paradise, how hot it burned A threat of distant thunder, the sky was red And when you walked, you always - turned every head (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!).
Todo parece fluir y perderse, bruscamente y a veces no con tanta crudeza y tanta prisa y sin embargo, nos agujerea.
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