Transcription: I say to my friends, this is a beautiful place for me and my two three sons say, why can't you see? Why when life Because when I see a cloud, the moon is still shining. And I hear the sound of the waves, the sound of my beautiful body. Because I see the sound of the inclementions of my beautiful eyes and eyes. And the three faces of my beautiful eyes, all the clouds, their eyes of the sun. And I am here, in the clouds, I am feeling the light of the moon, I am a miser, in the summer of the pobresa, in the fields of the mountains, in the coldness of the sea, and I have to use the branches when t ...
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