Ace? what here? It's the place
To change the color once I saw that the air
Cotorreaba to the leaves without stopping
Nobody could look
Maybe it's hot
If you invited the dance, you would tap with the desire to cry
I'm drunk from the air
There are no ports of the type in which I returned?
Chance one day give me back there?
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give me your Love
It is confusing this sea
And through the streets of the air
I'm asking questions without a strike
Yesterday is pure steam
Today I hide even in me?
Because in all the dances
Always go the detail so fleeting
I feel like I repeated myself? wit in my boats
There are no letters burning to my candle
Is not it a bad plan for me to stir up there?
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Through the streets of the air
I'm asking questions without a strike
And I'm drunk from the air
There are no letters burning to my candle
Is not it a bad plan for me to stir up there?
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Only among all we can make this a better place :)