Title: Opcional

Text: We gather here, we line up weeping in a sunlit room and if I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes too. Even on my worst day, did I deserve babe, all the hell you gave me? 'Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you, 'till my dying day. I didn't have it in myself to go with grace and you're the hero flying around saving face and if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake? Cursing my name, wishing I stayed. Look at how my tears ricochet. Cada párrafo será una prueba.

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