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she did not even look at me,

when she said good-bye to me. Him one was noticing that

she was scared for how his voice was trembling. When she went away, sheswore to return nevermore. But she was returning because she knew that I would be again. And that the shade of something so prohibited me continues having prisionera

And lives dependent on you, dependent on you. Because the moon lights every night my dark window,

I live through alone and poor slope of you, dependent on you I do not want to see you prefer forgetting you

Want to lose you of sight and to leave you out of here I do not want to see you prefer forgetting you

Want to lose you of sight and to leave you out of here