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It's late ... she's in a hurry for life.
Her laughter is cheerful, although she doesn't deny that she is in a hurry,
Seeing it has risen the wind that never sleeps,
Caresses her face, raises her curls.
It's late ... she's in a hurry for life.
Her laughter is cheerful, although she doesn't deny that she is in a hurry,
Seeing it has risen the wind that never sleeps,
Caresses her face, raises her curls.
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