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There are two men, hardened and drunk. They walk by the wet roads of tonight. They try to march like ladies for a woman that follows them glad. Was that night so violently cold, we thought the wind was howling for us.You looked at me, smiling and a desert reflects on your sight. Please, please, love, be with me along 'til I become a lady like that! She never knew but that was the fortune's show of our last. From Letras Mania