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I STILL REMEMBER THIRD OF DECEMBER ME IN YOUR SWEATHER YOU SAID IT LOOKED BETTER ON ME THAN IT DID ON YOU ONLY IF YOU KNEW HOW MUCH I LIKED YOU BUT I WATCH YOUR EYES AS SHE WALKS BY WHAT A SING FOR SORE EYES BRIGHTER THAN THE BLUE SKY (hace un año publiqué el final de Blue and Yellow que tristesa)