Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more;Men were deceivers ever;One foot in sea and one on shore,To one thing constant never;Then sigh not so,But let them go,And be you blithe and bonny;Converting all your sounds of woeInto. Hey nonny, nonny.Sing no more ditties, sing no mo,Or dumps so dull and heavy;The fraud of men was ever so,Since summer first was leavy.Then sigh not so,But let them go,And be you blithe and bonny,Converting all your sounds of woeInto. Hey, nonny, nonny.
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Ya no se ni lo que decirte. Ya no se ni como hablarte. Ya no se ni como mirarte. Ya no se que hacer que no haya echo antes. Ya no se nada.
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