Title: Opcional

Text: I hear the anguish of the street, and like an old forgotten tune, a song that no one knows... Forgot how it goes. Just John and me, forever eternally, Jane Doe. And I'm askin' why Lord. If this is how I die Lord, why be left with no family and no friends? I've got no celebration. Just this consolation, time eats all his children in the end. Cada párrafo será una prueba.

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