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Yo soy un hombre sincero, de donde crece la palma
Yo soy un hombre sincero, de donde crece la palma
Y antes de morirme quiero echar mis versos de alma
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LYRICS:
Yo soy un hombre sincero, de donde crece la palma Yo soy un hombre sincero, de donde crece la palma Y antes de morirme quiero echar mis versos de alma
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Pete is a hero to damn good for the shit for brain lemmings who are going to follow the right wing fundies and no talent news fascists right off a cliff-f u listen to britney and toby keith.
Josè Marti: "Bevor ich sterbe,möchte ich die Farben meiner Seele mit den Armen dieser Welt teilen. Sie snd ein sanftes Grün, aber auch ein flammendes Karmesin. Der sanfte Fluß bewegt mich mehr als das brausende Meer...." Der kubanische Nationaldichter fiel im Unabhängkeitskrieg 1912. Thank you Pete, dear old Yankee, for rememberance!
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"Bevor ich sterbe,möchte ich die Farben meiner Seele mit den Armen dieser Welt teilen. Sie snd ein sanftes Grün, aber auch ein flammendes Karmesin. Der sanfte Fluß bewegt mich mehr als das brausende Meer...."
Der kubanische Nationaldichter fiel im Unabhängkeitskrieg 1912.
Thank you Pete, dear old Yankee, for rememberance!