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By your waist drives a vagabond.
He is so desperate he gave it all.
To know you, and now he is one of us.
By the way you are too, but sorry both of us.
To feel you softly is romance.
If We find eternity, we know it all,
about us.
But all of that does not matter.
Let's live, be together and love to all
two people. My love.

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