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Текст песни: Don Martin Three. Otras Canciones. Fire As A Metaphor 2.

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To watch crippled hands create a fire, to sketch an arrow, to burn beside her. The blood of pattern, the sound of eggs drop, our lips of old, oh how these robust hips burn.
Don Martin Three