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Sep 2015
As I could walk along the graves
or be carried by the waves,
I don't remember where I've been
or if the waters were serene.
For as long as it may seem
Being with you is but a dream.
Nessa dieR
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Nessa dieR  F/N.L. Tamaulipas
(F/N.L. Tamaulipas)   
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