I’m not ‘gonna’ get to see her
I’m not ‘gonna’ get to see herI followed her, I knock her doorBut I’m not ‘gonna’ get to see herI sent her a rose, but there areThose opposedAnd I’m not ‘gonna’ get to see her
To bow To forgetfulness
A few new moments, trueCan be joyous can be blueIf I knewIt was shrewd to keep it new
Mi gran hipérbole
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