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Now It's too Late
(Noé-Jesús-Pig-Edgar)
She's the girl
with her hair in blue,
and her eyes
pink uh, uh.
She was flying
in the wind
I looked her shine
from where I was.
With her magic hands
I falled in love.
She took me
to her garden,
and I saw
glass flowers.
Walking I looked
the paper birds
jumping and
calling our names.
Taked by our hands
and rolling in the wind,
she closed her eyes
and I...
I saw her lips,
I tried to kiss
her wonderful
black lips;
and I
woke up to my dream.
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