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.
miércoles
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Ya no hay esperanza..
Ya no hay amor..
Ya no hay gloria..
Ya no exísten los finales felices.. Ni el amor verdadero... Todo se perdió desde que dejaste de quererme como me querías..
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