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                <title>Muy muerto para estar vivo</title>
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                <description><![CDATA[ This is my favourite sad story,<br />Forget me not or I'll forget myself<br />I've got quite a few things that I'm afraid of<br />sometimes I just can't face myself <br />This is my favorite sad story,<br />Forget me not or I'll forget myself.<br />I guess I'll just tuck myself away tonight,<br />you know it's been one of those days. <br /><br />Every pretty flower,<br />every lovely flower,<br />every deadly flower <br />hides its life inside of shame.<br /><br />I do not know why you don't know,<br />I cannot reap what you have sown <br />Beneath this blanket of loose soil,<br />wrapped around my mortal coil.<br /><br />Well a stem is not a rose,<br />but that's how my garden grows.<br />I can't see the forest for the trees, <br />the stinking poison for disease <br />Now it's all shot to hell and back again.<br />I seek redemption for the <br />same old sins and I fall on my knees,<br />And I pray that all the poppies they <br />they will just fade away. <br />But fields of poppies they remain.<br />That's how they found me last time, dead <br /><br />This is my favorite sad story,<br />forget me not or I'll forget myself.<br />I've got quite a few things that I'm afraid of, <br />sometimes I just won't face myself. <br />This is my favorite sad story, <br />forget me not or I'll forget myself<br />I guess I'll just tuck myself away tonight <br />you know its been one of those days. <br /><br />Every pretty flower,<br />every lovely flower, <br />every deadly flower, <br />hides its light inside of shame.<br /><br />I do not know why you don't know,<br />I cannot reap what you have sown,<br />Beneath this blanket of loose soil,<br />wrapped around my mortal coil. <br /><br />Irises lay in spring mud, <br />where lovers drown each other's sorrows,<br />Where lovers dream about tomorrow. <br />As for me I drown another kind as <br />sadness runs course through my veins. <br />Posie wreaths they crown me. <br />My heart, My heart <br />I should just fade away, fade away <br />Like a flower...<br /><br /><sub>Nada tengo, nada quiero.<br />Hasta siempre.<br /><br /></sub> ]]></description>
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