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Conscience says to me "rasta, leave", but the
My heart says "look for it again"
is the queen of my love
and he must know and must know
Women like you in this time and no
with that movement and style that blackwoman
Drown all the sorrows in a strong red wine
from the day you left I said Good-bye
I do not know who you are and why you're with another
This roots and let yourself love Concius
I want to forget and do not want to think about all
times we used to spend