There is a pent-up feeling
The taste was not extinguished
Although crushed though oppressed
But he remains violent to poison the conscience
The taste came without greeting
In fact he did not want to go out
She was racing
He was smoldering
Oh ..... Churning in the soul
A little airconditioning came in the morning
Watering lara in the soul
A word can spoil the heart
An increasingly painful heart
Because it wanted to .....
O you are there
Can I pierce the vacuum
To cure grief
To reconcile the soul of wanderers
Will miss you
Longing for your smile
Missing your desk
Want to be yours
Longing for your caress
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