| World Of Beauty | |
| Before I meet you I believe that there’s a limit for the beauty But when I see you I know that I was wrong Because your beauty don’t have a limit your undescribable beauty When I see you I see the real beauty a sea of beauty So I try to write about it to descript it and I do write and write and write A . . . | |
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| The Beat Of Torture | |
| The Beat Of Torture The beat of torture in the day of the departure The beat of torture is playing In my heart From the day you vanish from me and that beat in my heart The torture became the subject of my book From the day we separate my angel And I’m lost in my heart, saving the memories | |
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