My first song was madefrom Martha's kissesand my way of loving her.With the intelligence of Maria,and the thought of Almudenaso weak and hurt.Mi first song was a lieit was a piece from the cornerwhere one day I said good bye.Bea always was a secretI was never to tell her soon enough, no..For me she was the firstthe most beautiful melodyfor being an imprisoned rose,when you touch her she would die
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