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Ruof.

El testigo of the ego,

 

avowal amid amigos

Pero sentidos dormidos

Seran the death of me though.

 

Querido Mr. Reap Sow

do you hear yourself go?

Host the dog show of that 'lost hope'

An ego weaves abrigos

Con todo los gran peligros

Morose recallings of your parents belongings-

 

Still longing,

still longing

 

Prolonging

Belonging in algo

Un trago, dos tragos, tres please

“to ease the squeeze” of life, they mean

“Yeah, of course, duh, hello

They're guys with big dough

They can play strip shows of words,

Pay for pinchos de dolor, por favor!

Con calor y sin aguantar.”

 

Tus llantas de Esperanza,

Creciendo debajo tu alma,

estan puesto en exactitude?

Tu attitude;

 

does the longitude and the latitude always point to you?

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