I bet on my feelings and played a slow game with love, I faced the competition, forgetting without pain
there was my mistake.
due to a Quixote complex I was taking this waste from bad to worse
and that of Russian roulette, my ribal, who is so cunning, she took advantage of it
and as you see, I am not an angel with good intuition, I threw myself into the fire and she beat me
I lost, I played with a devil who is an expert in that game of love
and I lost her chips and sticks it has no comparison
I lost, I was not the first nor the last to lose, and if she returned and was moved I would challenge her and in the rematch I would return and lose my heart
and as you see, I am not an angel with good intuition, I threw myself into the fire and she beat me
I lost, I played with a she-devil who is an expert in that game of love
and I lost her chips and she has no sticks compassion
I lost, I was not the first nor the last to lose, and if she returned and was moved I would challenge her and in the rematch I would return and lose my heart

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