Doralice, I told you
Love is nonsense
It's nonsense, illusion
I prefer to live so alone
To the sound of I'm sorry about my guitar
Doralice, I told you well
Look at this mess
What am I going to get myself into
Now love, Doralice my dear
How is it? What are we going to do?
One fine day you came to me
I wanted to run away but you insisted
Something you were warning me about
Until It seems like I was guessing
I really didn't want to marry you
I really didn't want to face
This danger Doralice
Now you You have to tell me
How are we going to do it?

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