Ana Gabriel
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Withered The Soul
Withered the soul, dead the feeling
mustia the face, wounded the heart
wandering on an uncertain path
without hope now, without hope
of reaching his love
I wanted to talk to him, and tell him a lot, a lot
and when I tried, my lip fell silent
I didn't say anything to him, because I couldn't do anything
Well, it was someone else's, oh! Well, it was someone else's
already in his heart
Wandering along an uncertain path
without hope anymore, without hope
of reaching his love
I wanted to talk to him, and tell him. . .

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