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Hay you
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Hay you
be kind after the death and absence
The eyes of light never get dark
The branch goes the same as the tree Grows
The wind of perfume in the heart is a sign
I threw my hands in the palm of the flames
Cutting off my doubts about peace
my sweetheart
calculates that heart is melted
The spirit in his hand is poisoned
Meets the truth of helping lovers
And that time goes by
