Me faltan notas musicales para escribirte una canción. Me sobran versos para los coros. Pero más me sobran las ganas de estrujar tu diamantado cuerpo entre mis brazos de caña de pescar.
I am a deaf con of angora goats
Warning you all who pass this mote
It's only a matter of folding time and space
Before I become your epidemic
Is this your first time at my conventicle?
You better not talk if you came here for semantics
It's only a matter of folding time and space
Before I become your epidemic.
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