| Solitary, small cloud round
In the sky, forms of neglect
Light, which has told centella
The mine suffers because of it, but
I caught the shade
What he does about me, when I am wrong
Understanding their shadows
Offer help if he trusts me
Breaking the machine for the rain, changing life
That anything is possible, I said Amélie
Amélie has to deliver gold
Melody of life, is the odyssey
Amélie is like friendship
In poetry at the tip of the lips
Amélie has to deliver gold
His words are filled with honey
Amélie, mimosa or adulada
Melody living ode to mine
Solitary in my fotomatón
I am not beautiful, but I do not care
Because we call it, we are looking, we still
I am concerned. It also Amélie.
Lights May
So sweet, so ferocious
Dibujaron gestures
And the red on my lips
My teacher in fantasies
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