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I have embroidery on my circle
I couldn't smile untill I got satisfied
I am mixing the sorrows
By counting your days
I was pink rose,I faded
I was a good example for the white rose
When we were face to face
I missed your face
I wait for soldier's way
Oh my labours/works
By playing the tabor
My wrists got tired
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Hasta Siempre Comandante...(Left the forum 28-04-2008)
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