my feet know me well. they take me to and from they are tired they are dancers my toes curl up at the end they are ET like they are white they remind me of pequena pao,my skin is an ocre that changes with the weather the color of my mother. alla fueron los bomberos con sus campanas y sus sirenas.
ay mama que paso...en el cuarto desnuda te cogio candela se quedo dormida y no apago la vela. ay mama que paso.
te buscan los bomberos yo creo que quieren que le apaguen el fuego.
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