| I keep your look with me
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| I have your cloak
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| Come support me, come bring me
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| The voice that can help me
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| To not suffer the bad time
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| I leave my body in your heart
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| Do you know how to calm the hours
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| Record the passion you cry
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| But it comes to break with your hands
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| The hard arrows of suffer
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| Sky stone, fire of the being
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| Quiet open your heart to me
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| I lie on your broad chest
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| I keep all bitter tears
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| I promise the day will come
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| You will see the son protect you
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| Consoling you and collecting
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| The blood flower of solitude
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| It was pity that they invented
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| It was your people who gave me
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| Your strong woman's hand
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| when everything went dark
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| It was the world that left me
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| Forever this carnation
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| This carnation, my passion
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| What is the light of your face
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| I keep it on the cold stone
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| Folds of my joy
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| Come support me, come bring me
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| The voice that can protect me
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| You are my hand, you are my will
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| Pity you are every woman
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| I keep your look with me
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| I have your cloak
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| Come support me, come bring me
|
| The voice that can help me
|
| To not suffer the bad time
|
| I leave my body in your heart
|
| Do you know how to calm the hours
|
| Record the passion you cry
|
| But it comes to break with your hands
|
| The hard arrows of suffer
|
| Sky stone, fire of the being
|
| Quiet open your heart to me
|
| I lie on your broad chest
|
| I keep all bitter tears
|
| I promise the day will come
|
| You will see the son protect you
|
| Consoling you and collecting
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| The blood flower of soledad |