In my head, a little piece of my great annoyances
I let go of the elements of the silhouettes
When my head Soul under his hat sings at the top of his lungs
It's the spring that I regret
On my head a little plateau of my too short progress
J 'I put down my cigar and my matches
And in my hand little protrusion of my head
I intend to smoke it
In my head, a little piece of my great annoyances
I let go of elements of the silhouettes
When my head I'm under his hat singing at the top of my lungs
I'm getting ready with impatience
On my head a little plateau of my too slow progress es
I deposited and his face and his amulet
And from my lips one of the talks of my head
I have the intention to approach it

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