gives me happiness to know that the thought of never seeing you more,
the idea of \u200b\u200bno more trust, no matter what I say.
knew that happiness gives me an idea never to touch
the idea of \u200b\u200bno longer follow this you do.
I put my hands in my pocket and I spat
on the table
good appetite, my love.
gives me happiness to know that the idea of \u200b\u200bnot knowing where to go when you walk
, when you sleep with whoever you do it.
Of all the tears that you are those who mourn,
quantifying the evil you do to me I saw that never ends.
So I put my hands in my pocket and I spat
on the table
good appetite, my love.
When you go shopping what to buy, what color you colored furniture ...
I would not even know where you live longer.
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