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We would go to the lake running, just as every night. I held my breath and looked at you. Once we got there we sat down and you would tell the same story. I would add some details. You said we were lungs, night lungs.

Celine Lómez: Ce Que Tu veux Je L'ai (Cantavella Mix).

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