I have a complaint about you beautiful,
You know, that's what they call the time,
You take it from me, you take my heart,
Just so you know, oh my darling.
The petal of the rose bud, be gentle,
The soil of your feet is our face,
O beautiful sister, I said to you,
You know, death is right above us.
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