As years pass by, or went by,
she more than I would like,
for as in all-her flesh
is a "do not know how" and a "do not know why."
He was charmed by the VRO spark
From the moment we see??
Although it's only woman,
however, it is different, "I do not know how."
That's why I is one thousand
of such talk, they keep silent:
If only her voice is harmony,
E and n silence them "I do not know why."
Thus, enslaved by the same grief
spend always the same way ...
the mystery of its charms
is a "do not know what" and a "do not know how."
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