O my good travel if you miss you Still I Still Mourning I Mourning O you, I have no one but you! Come come back to come back You know I wish you good wherever you are I dont know that you sit down again I have a good travel without you whistle and the oven Come back and see how much you are so patient Come on to look at you Lonely The task of the illusion of a captive is a sadness Come back to my sadness these days.
