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It shifted attention away from that and I've never been someone who liked the attention from the media anyway.

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It Is Because Of The Media

'The media is the reason for our problems.
The media is the reason for our dysfunctions.
The media is the reason why there is conflict.
The media is the reason our kids are the way they are.
The media is the reason for racism and division.
The media is the reason why the economy is perceived,
To be knocking on death's door.
And it is because of the media our great country,
Has fallen into dire straits and has less educated citizens! '

That's a wrap, Sarah.
Very well done.
Now we do have you scheduled for that magazine shoot.
With you standing on the pier in common street clothes.
Very representative of the people.
As well as very clever.

Now...
Should we re-schedule the talk show for next week?
Or...
Should we keep it and move your appearance for the fund-raiser?
Since your announcement...
We have been overflooded with requests.

'What are the ratings for the talk show?
I want to know their demographics.
Also...
Do not schedule any of my activities around the playoffs.
Last year PBS refused to carry my message!
And it is important that my followers know how the media is used,
To manipulate their thinking process.

And that is the reason my campaign is important.
These are issues that must be prioritized...
And addressed!
IF we are going to move forward as a nation!
And get out of this mess!

Here are my questions to be asked,
By those selected reporters.
I need to freshen up before the press conference begins.
Make sure all cameras are placed behind,
Those who flew in from Hollywood.
They are filming a documentary...
To be used to solicit potential donors.
And I need as much as I can get,
To offset my travel expenses.'

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My lifelong friend

[Sri Lanka raids office of pro-opposition news websites
Posted by Karthiyayini on June 30,2012 in Exclusive, Headlines, News, Sri Lanka · 0 Comments
Colombo, June 30 (TruthDive) : Media freedom has always been a huge concern in Sri Lanka. The country shows its ugly face yet again by showcasing it as one of the world's most dangerous countries for journalists.
An independently running and pro-opposition office of two news websites have been raided by Sri Lankan Police. The Police have arrested nine workers including the editor of one of the websites, searched the premises for about three hours on Friday and seized computers and documents.
A statement from government stated that the police officers had acted on a court order, searched and sealed off the office on Friday. The websites were said to be publishing flawed information and had put a ‘blot on Sri Lanka's image.'
The Opposition United National Party member Mangala Samaraweera said that the office had operated two websites - www.srilankamirror.com and www.srilankaxnews.com that belong to the party. He added that the nine arrested employees were released on bail after an appearance before a magistrate.
Samaraweera said that Friday's raid had been initiated as his party's website had uncovered corruption and other unlawful activity by the government.
Gnanasiri Kottigoda, who heads Sri Lanka Working Journalists Association, stated that the police action showed that the government has not ceased to harass and intimidate independent media institutions and journalists in Sri Lanka. He also opined that it is a step towards silencing the independent media groups in Sri Lanka.
The Committee to Protect Journalists said, in the year 2010, Sri Lanka was ranked as the fourth most dangerous country for journalists. Since the beginning of year 2006, at least 14 Sri Lankan media employees were said to have been killed, according to Amnesty International.
www.srilankamirror.com and four other websites were blocked by authorities last year over so-called character assassination, and the action is still in effect for four others.
www.srilankamirror.com went on to file a case in the Supreme Court after which the Telecommunication Regulatory Authority agreed to unblock the website on condition that it would not provide links to blocked or unregistered sites. Several media rights groups and other countries, including the United States had severely criticized the blocking of the websites by the Sri Lankan government.
To top it all, attacks on media men and media institutions either fail to get properly investigated or blocked, according to Reporters without Borders.]

I was born with you and since in the cradle
We crawled together.
It's not a bed of roses,
My bare-feet very familiar with the thorny painful streets.
Sometimes you hide in my eyes as tears
And often remain as a hug in my weeping heart.
You too starved in my difficult times
And you never betray me that's certain as death.
I realized that you never smile but I embrace you
From the bottom of my heart
And you are my lifelong friend, Sorrow!

nimal dunuhinga

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Wit's All Been Done Before

I wish I could, innovate,
And try to stretch your minds,
Cause often times, when guys like me,
Do that they leave themselves behind,
To clean a mess, or to impress,
A little bit of everyone,
But to innovate, is a mistake,
Cause there's nothing new under the sun.
Cause we're all getting tired of the media,
Cause it tries too hard to make you write something,
Cause we're all getting tired of the media,
Cause creating something new is just recycling,
Wit, wit's all been done before,
Yeah we do something to death,
Then we dig it up just to do it some more.
In all my lines of warning signs,
But not all with dead ends,
And I'm not sure if the clever words,
All sit well with my friends,
But I will not just sit and watch,
And me the victim fall,
I'll just have to do,
What my gut tells me to,
And hope that you will buy it all.
Cause we're all getting tired of the media,
Cause it tries too hard to make you write something,
Cause we're all getting tired of the media,
Cause creating something new is just recycling,
Wit, wit's all been done before,
Yeah we do something to death,
Then we dig it up just to do it some more,
Wit, wit's all been done before,
Yeah we do something to death,
Then we dig it up just to do it some more.
Originality is a ghost town,
And it's oh so hard to get to,
And waiting until, then people start to hate you,
You scream what you believe out loud in a crowd,
And they will hate you,
Cause repetition's just so safe,
And repetition's just like prison,
And I prefer to be out of place,
Cause I'm not really into prison.
Wit, wit's all been done before,
Yeah we do something to death,
Then we dig it up just to do it some more,
Cause we're all getting tired of the media,
Cause it tries too hard to make you write something,
Cause we're all getting tired of the media,
Cause creating something new is just recycling,

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The Third Monarchy, being the Grecian, beginning under Alexander the Great in the 112. Olympiad.

Great Alexander was wise Philips son,
He to Amyntas, Kings of Macedon;
The cruel proud Olympias was his Mother,
She to Epirus warlike King was daughter.
This Prince (his father by Pausanias slain)
The twenty first of's age began to reign.
Great were the Gifts of nature which he had,
His education much to those did adde:
By art and nature both he was made fit,
To 'complish that which long before was writ.
The very day of his Nativity
To ground was burnt Dianaes Temple high:
An Omen to their near approaching woe,
Whose glory to the earth this king did throw.
His Rule to Greece he scorn'd should be confin'd,
The Universe scarce bound his proud vast mind.
This is the He-Goat which from Grecia came,
That ran in Choler on the Persian Ram,
That brake his horns, that threw him on the ground
To save him from his might no man was found:
Philip on this great Conquest had an eye,
But death did terminate those thoughts so high.
The Greeks had chose him Captain General,
Which honour to his Son did now befall.
(For as Worlds Monarch now we speak not on,
But as the King of little Macedon)
Restless both day and night his heart then was,
His high resolves which way to bring to pass;
Yet for a while in Greece is forc'd to stay,
Which makes each moment seem more then a day.
Thebes and stiff Athens both 'gainst him rebel,
Their mutinies by valour doth he quell.
This done against both right and natures Laws,
His kinsmen put to death, who gave no cause;
That no rebellion in in his absence be,
Nor making Title unto Sovereignty.
And all whom he suspects or fears will climbe,
Now taste of death least they deserv'd in time,
Nor wonder is t if he in blood begin,
For Cruelty was his parental sin,
Thus eased now of troubles and of fears,
Next spring his course to Asia he steers;
Leavs Sage Antipater, at home to sway,
And through the Hellispont his Ships made way.
Coming to Land, his dart on shore he throws,
Then with alacrity he after goes;
And with a bount'ous heart and courage brave,
His little wealth among his Souldiers gave.
And being ask'd what for himself was left,
Reply'd, enough, sith only hope he kept.

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The story of my life in a poem

Poem of Meg's life,

Meg was brought up as she later found out,
Adopted by parents, but unsure how it came about;
She didn't sit up till 2 years of age, this is true,
And didn't start to talk till 5, so no how do you do.

She went to a special school from 7 yrs of age,
But had many problems walking, at that stage;
Went in a taxi, every Monday to Friday,
Had many a party there to celebrate her birthday.

Her mother brought up 3girls, with a disability too,
1 arm because of cancer, but she coped thru' and thru;
She took us girls to Sunday school each and every week,
And taught us to love God, to pray, and his truth to seek.

We lived in Dandenong, till I was 12 years of age,
But my sister wasn't there, she was nowhere at that stage;
We shifted to Gladstone in Queensland you know,
It's where Meg was baptized by immersion that is so.

At 16 She started teaching,2 - 6 years in Sunday school,
At 17 we shifted back, but then dad started to be cruel;
I celebrated my 21st, birthday, with a wonderful musical night,
It made friends and family happy, things were happy and bright.

My mum passed on to the Lord, and I shifted away from home,
For 4 yrs I lived in Glenroy, in a flat and on my own;
I was in THE Salvation Army, serving the Lord, each week,
Playing the organ and harp, teaching the youth, the Lord to seek.

I then shifted to ascot vale, then over to st albans to live,
Married a man with problems, and troubles to me he did give;
But 12 yrs of problems I'm free of it now, so thankyou,
To the Lord for release and strength, and that He's brought me thru'.

And then I started at Sunshine, in the band where I did play,
And sang and read the Word, helping in many a way;
THE Lord showed me time to learn more, so off to college I go,
To learn how to be a minister for Christ, and His way to show.

So now I'm 58 years of age, seeking to do right with the Lord,
It's great to preach and learn, but to understand His Word;
And I want to thankyou for coming to celebrate my special day,
Please enjoy yourselves and enjoy the meal, on this my 58th birthday.

Written 4th/6th/2012.

poem by Margaret Haig
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There Is A Needed Reason

There is a needed reason to keep your attention involved.
There is a needed reason to keep your attention involved.
A needed reason to keep your attention involved.
There is a needed reason!
A needed reason.

There is a...
Needed reason to keep your attention involved.
A needed reason to keep your attention involved.
There is a needed reason to keep your attention involved.
A needed reason.
A needed reason.

If your mind is not here,
It may be focused somewhere else.
If your mind is not on fear...
It poses threats,
To those...
Who want it for themselves.

And if its too clear...
Fear will disappear!

There is a needed reason to keep your attention involved.
There is a needed reason to keep your attention involved.
A needed reason to keep your attention involved.
A needed reason.
A needed reason.

If your mind is not here,
It may be focused somewhere else.
If your mind is not on fear...
It poses threats,
To those...
Who want it for themselves.

And if its too clear...
Fear will disappear!

There is a needed reason to keep your attention involved.
There is a needed reason to keep your attention involved.
A needed reason to keep your attention involved.
A needed reason.
A needed reason.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Media

An exposure to media, the press
Is dangerous, an overexposure, worst damaging,
You lose an image, you lose yourself,
And people would not mind, who are you and what is your name,
how did you do it, not what did you do, and that would be the end of you,
I do not talk to media since then, it has always the last say, I shy away from an interviewer from a media coverage, from that writer
Who smiles at me, taking carefully what I am saying
On a certain legal question, only to find out,
The following day, he says what I did not really mean in that proper context,
In what I said to him and which he twisted,
I had that bad experience, and
Had not recovered for years, walking in the city,
Without my head, all to my shame and loss,
I did not mind, my deeds my fingers will speak for me
Eventually, and my conscience shall tell my vocabulary avenging finally that
The better plural form of media, after all,

Is mediocre,

of course, its correct singular form is still
Media. How can I argue with you, medium man?

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Shift Over

Shift over and let me slide near you.
I hope you are awake to help me demonstrate,
Those needs I have for you like yours for me...
As said in the bed where nothing is left untouched,
Or left to awaken my fantasies.

Shift over and let me slide near you.

I don't know why,
But you seem to never get it.
It is only you and me,
And what makes this a good receipe.
To keep between us forever.

Shift over and let me slide near you.

I know you did not drive me here,
To stay stiff and shiftless to lay in park!
I'm not here to be a begging receiver either.
I've got to howl like I'm sparked by the dark.

Shift over and let me slide near you.

Ohhhh...you shifted to cruise.

Shift over and let me slide near you.
I hope you are awake to help me demonstrate,
Those needs I have for you like yours for me...
As said in the bed where nothing is left untouched,
Or left to awaken my fantasies.

Ohhhh...you shifted to cruise.

Oh my why do I,
Walk into these things?
And...
Oh my why do I,
Feel the 'victim' as it seems to me.

Ohhhh...you shifted to cruise.

Shift over and let me slide near you.

I don't know why,
But you seem to never get it.
It is only you and me,
And what makes this a good receipe.
To keep between us forever.

Shift over and let me slide near you,

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Also, the commercial media in a superior position, really, to any other corporate lobby, because where would people hear about commercial media or corporate media criticism, where would they hear criticism of them other than in the commercial media?

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The Media’s Choice

Lifted up high in the public’s eye, people no better than you or I,
On a platform they take a stand, conveying lies across the land,
Lifted high for all men to see, as an influence upon you and me,
Promoting things in God’s eyes, for all peoples is far from wise.

Men powered by the media elite, who from God shall see defeat.
Much of what these men broadcast, in God’s plan will never last.
What they broadcast may not be, truth conveyed to you and me,
For by the media they’re endued, to offer facts that are skewed.

Power from the god of this world, so it’s his lie that they herald,
Using the many network airwaves, Satan uses men he depraves.
All of those who never speak of, The Lord God, reigning above,
Thinking they know so much; in regards to God are out of touch.

Thrust into the media spotlight, espousing ways out of the night.
Things many believe are taboo, are forced on, both me and you,
By those with no morality within, to seduce this generation to sin.
Thinking they’ve outwitted God, while scorning His righteous rod.

Moving from His Eternal Word, their amorality is what is inferred.
Throwing off all moral restraint, the very souls of many they taint,
Those media chosen individuals, affecting a generation of souls,
Who in the end like you and me, shall face The Truth for Eternity.

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The Media’s Slant

On the American Bastion of Conspiracy, daily in America watch and see,
News broadcasted day and night, portrayed to make wrongs seem right,
The Editor takes footage and skews, their final piece, they call the News,
Taking what is viewed and said, editing that piece to their needs instead.

My dear friend, it’s easy as “A B C”, to notice who leads this conspiracy,
Friend, it’s somewhat hard to deny, that they feed daily, the public’s eye,
For their sound bites lead the way, for this nation’s liberal agenda today,
While conservatives see that exit door, liberal ways abound all the more.

Many watching don’t see the stage, being set for the final end time sage,
Who will lead all to the final mark, in a future that will be darker than dark,
Being forged by the Media’s elite, to bring conservatives down to defeat,
Perpetuating the left, liberal cause, as the nation’s moral foundation falls.

They will continue to skew all their news, until they reap their eternal dues,
Falling directly in line with Satan’s plan, up until they see The Son of Man,
Trying to explain the Rapture away, before they shall face Judgment Day,
When the focus of their news will be, on a world leader they’ve yet to see.

They’re moving to a figurehead, mortally wounded will rise from the dead,
And though they dismiss Jesus Christ, the Media shall exalt the Antichrist,
After The Church is lifted from earth, things down here will get only worse,
When the Image all will worship friend, shall be driven by the Media again.

The End Media Bastion of Conspiracy, will usher many souls into Eternity,
Being used as Satan’s End Time tool, in deceiving every unbelieving fool,
Broadcasting that everything is well, as the multitudes are headed for Hell,
Ending eternally with the ultimate liar; cast into an everlasting Lake of Fire.

(Copyright ©07/2008)

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Mi Media Naranja

I am searching for my soul mate
Oh baby I know it’s not too late
Maybe try in a foreign tongue
The very reason for my song

Hey why not in Spanish…

Chorus:
Mi Media Naranja por donde encuentra
Madrid, Perú o Sri Lanka…
(interlude with Spanish guitar)

Oh I am not gonna vanish..

I climb mountains and dive a sea
So why not search an orange tree
Ying and Yang my high ambition
Oh on my love life’s mission

Chorus:
Mi Media Naranja por donde encuentra
Madrid, Perú o Sri Lanka…
(Interlude with Spanish guitar)

In Spanish a fine expression
Made me such an impression
My other half of orange fruit
I am now completely en route

Chorus:
Mi Media Naranja por donde encuentra
Madrid, Perú o Sri Lanka…
(interlude with Spanish guitar)

Life is mine to fully discover
Now on the hunt for new lover
A love anthem for any language
Just never be quick to judge

Chorus:
Mi Media Naranja por donde encuentra
Madrid, Perú o Sri Lanka…
(interlude with Spanish guitar)

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Suffocation

Attenzione! attenzione!
Tutte le persone con bambini si rechino immediatamente al rifugio b37!
Attenzione! ripeto! attenzione!
Tutte le famiglie con bambini si rechino al rifugio b37!
Attenzione! attenzione!
Attenzione! attenzione!
Tutte le famiglie con bambini sono pregati di recarsi immediatamente al rifugio b37!
Ripeto! tutti I genitori con bambini si rechino immediatamente al rifugio b37!
Attenzione! attenzione!
Tutte le famiglie con bambini si rechino immediatamente al rifugio b37!
Immediatamente al rifugio b37!
Immediatamente al rifugio b37!
Immediatamente al rifugio b37!
Immediatamente al rifugio b37!
Immediatamente al rifugio b37!
Immediatamente al rifugio b37!
Ripeto! I genitori con bambini si rechino immediatamente al rifugio b37!
[english translation:]
Attention! attention!
All persons with children immediately go to shelter b37!
Attention! I repeat! attention! all families with children go to shelter b37!
All families with children are requested to go immediately to shelter b37!
Attention! attention!
Attention! attention!
I repeat! al parents with children go to shelter b37!
All families with children go immediately to shelter b37!
Immediately to shelter b37!
Immediately to shelter b37!
Immediately to shelter b37!
Immediately to shelter b37!
Immediately to shelter b37!
Immediately to shelter b37!
I repeat! parents with children go immediately to shelter b37!
Where in my place?
Where is my home?
Where is my place?
Where is my friend?
Ha, ha, haa
Ha, ha, haa
My friend
[man:]
Senti, io esco... e cerco di arrivare fino al blocco 14, perch... necessario. ieri ho visto paul e...
[woman:]
E la sua ragazza?
[man:]
Niente, non ce lha fatta, lei non ce lha fatta
[woman:]
Caspita
[man:]
Per comunque cos prendo una... cos la tuta protettiva... e spero che sia sufficiente

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Purpose Meant

They complain about the media.
Those who use it and abuse it!
They say it is unfair...
And declare its worthlessness.
But millions are spent,
To convince and capture with attention.
And as long as what is printed,
Or seen on TV screens...
Does not demean as intended.
They maintain that the media...
Is on a mission to destroy their deceptions!
And they use the media to campaign against,
Its effectiveness to reveal an undermining...
Purpose meant!

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The Story of My Flower

Born a lovely flower
Watered with fresh water during rainy seasons
Sprinkled with just enough during the droughts
The flower lived to blossom
With scented petals and green leaves
in a pot so large to take all it could bear.

One sunny day
the pot with the flower was shifted
shifted to a completely new location
where it was deprived of the sunlight
and the abundance of water.
Necessary it was
A new start in a life supposedly so complete.

Time went by
Nevertheless, the flower continued blooming
The petals now larger
The scent even more appealing
The flower survived even without the bare necessities.

The now sensitive flower
Soon attracted the eyes of predators
A simple glance to start with
Then became a soft touch
Followed by multiples of rough care.

Soon the flower started to lose its shape and form
Being given insufficient supply of water
Inappropriate fertilizers
And most of all the wrong attention.
At last it withered
After long hours of torture
Long days of loneliness
and years of abundance
it turned yellow, then brown
Finally, what remained was just a lifeless stem
standing in an old dirty pot.

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Personal Attention

Personal attention
a gifted child leads
Personal attention
an average child needs

Personal attention
at risk child pleads
Personal attention
an autistic child deeds

Personal attention
a parent plants the seeds
Personal attention
is what every child needs

Thus..Personal attention
is what every teacher heeds

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Wearing A Raincoat

Wearing a raincoat is flying around in a plane
Made of a raincoat
But when you think of that
You hurt your mind
And you'll need a friend
To talk you down
Needing a friend to talk you down
Is food that comes from a pipe
But when you hate the food
That comes from a pipe
You will turn to drugs
To help you sleep
Turning to drugs to help you sleep
Will only lead to sleep
And sleeping is a gateway drug
To being awake, being awake, being awake again
Being awake is swimming around in a lake
Of the undead
And the undead are like
A bunch of friends
That demand constant attention
Demanding constant attention
Will only lead to attention
And once they have your attention
They use it to ask for attention
And once they have that attention
They use it to ask for attention
Wearing a raincoat is flying around in a yellow rubber airplane
Made out of a raincoat, yes but when you think of that
You hurt your mind
And you'll need your mind
For later on
Needing a mind for later on
Is a friend that comes at a price
But when you hate the friend
That comes at a price
You will play the drums
To help you sleep

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The corporations that hold these copyrights are media companies that also control most of the new media that comes out. Estimates vary, but it's said that 98 percent of all culture is unavailable right now because of copyrights. So the reason they hold the copyrights isn't because they want to get paid, it's because they don't want all the old stuff competing with the media stream that they control now.

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Marta

Marta se viste en mi habitacin
son las 6 de la maana
ya sale el sol
Su ropa tirada por todo el suelo
hay olor a noche
hay olor a fuego
y ella sonre dicindome
Aunque una locura lahe pasado ben
Me mira a los hojos y me dice adis
como si lo de anoche nunca sucedi
Sabes Marta,
yo dara media vida y algo ms
solamente por estar contigo
Oye Marta,
no te salgas de mi vida por favor
djame aunque sea ser
tu amigo
Marta me besa por ltima vez
su boca an me sabe dulce como miel
Le pido que me jure que me llamar
su forma de rer quiere decir quizs
Sus piernas desafan el amanecer
ella no cabe duda si lo sabe hacer
Sabes Marta,
yo dara media vida y algo ms
solamente por estar contigo
Oye Marta,
no te salgas de mi vida por favor
djame aunque sea ser
tu amigo
No.. no.. no..
Marta me besa por ltima vez
su boca an me sabe dulce como miel
Sabes Marta,
yo dara media vida y algo ms
solamente por estar contigo
Oye Marta,
no te salgas de mi vida por favor
djame aunque sea ser
tu amigo

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No Siento Pena

No Siento Penas
Cuando tu me dices a media voz que me amas
Me siento tan sublime como el tibio sol de la maana
Y esto es lo que tu me haces sentir
Desde el dia en que te conoci
Cuando tu me dices a media voz que te ame
Me siento invencible como el huracan mas temible
Y esto es lo que tu me haces sentir
Desde el dia en que te conoci
No siento penas ni dolores de cabeza
Ni confusin de ninguna naturaleza
Ni tampoco siento mas tristeza
Solo siento amor solo siento amor
Solo siento amor solo siento amor
Que por supuesto es todo para ti
Desde el dia en que te conoci
Cuando tu me dices a media voz que no me vaya
Me siento indestructible como un ca n de metralla
Y esto es lo que tu me haces sentir
Desde el dia en que te conoci
No siento penas ni dolores de cabeza
Ni confusin de ninguna naturaleza
Ni tampoco siento mas tristeza
Solo siento amor
No siento penas ni dolores de cabeza
Ni confusin de ninguna naturaleza
Ni tampoco siento mas tristeza
Solo siento amor solo siento amor
Que por supuesto es todo para ti
Desde el dia en que te conoci

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