Like the dust of a clod
This is how you came into my life
Staying everywhere
And being my darling
Poor little clod
That is falling apart
Why don't you tell him if
You also don't tell him when
They say that the clod is me
That he can't find calm anymore
If I'm falling apart
But for his kisses my soul
With the dust of a clod
I am going to paint your face
And the flowers of my ranch
With your candor they wither
With your contempt my love< br/>My soul is crumbling
Just because you are so cool
I'm putting up with you bitch
The clod is already saying goodbye
It's already crumbling
Although your parents don't want
I will continue singing to you

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