Poem
When I see the boyfriend of my crash, a big violent storm cross my mind.
When I see the beautifull mirror in front of me, it appears a rainbow behind we.
If you see your girlfriend crying, the death lightning rise you if you aren't helping her.
So, if you never have been in love, the heatwave of the hell will force you to move.
When I see the beautifull mirror in front of me, it appears a rainbow behind we.
If you see your girlfriend crying, the death lightning rise you if you aren't helping her.
So, if you never have been in love, the heatwave of the hell will force you to move.
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