She's called Macarena and she has a sentence to fulfill,
She cuts her hair and she's sad,
time is running out,
In reality,
it was the godmother,
who took her to another garden,
She was confused by nine moons and the child didn't see her coming,
She escapes and she's sad,
they can't live anymore,
The child fulfilled her sentence,
a letter she learned to write,
In the classroom,
the columns are diagonal,
They,
were in defense of a star and a love that is so sweet,
Like a intense rubble It wasn't for ego or for the mind,
I respected even Baltazar,
I left the game,
I was born again,
I accepted the fire and I knew how to love,
It has no rules,
It's a blind use,
There are peaches with melon,
they want gold and elixir,
The young crepuscle that learned to die late,
The metaphor that,
Macarena carries here to live,
It's the time we have left to learn to exist,
The autumn that judges us,
will not be able to love again,
It's the wind in the tide,
now I am Peter Pan,
The ukebo is blasphemy for its envy and anxiety,
You don't confuse innocence with false freedom,
Like a intense rubble It was the license on the sea,
It wasn't for ego or for the mind I respected even Baltazar,
I left the game I was born again I accepted the fire and I knew how to love,
It has no rules It's a blind use The more you see,
the more you want to give,
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