...Me dices que soy
Un poco particular
Cuando esas peque帽as bromas
Te hac铆an re铆r hasta llorar
Y ahora odias
La Decadencia esta prohibida... y te hace insoportable su precensia, y es que esa sera mi muerte, entre flores gusanos, y falsos lamentos de ipocritas
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