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By Edmundo Daudi Date: 2011 Sep 01 Comment on this Work [[2011.09.01.03.36.2409]] |
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I don't know how to be in your presence don't know where to look, or what to do I don't know who I am in your presence and my tired heart's theory's are few I am ashamed to be in your presence with this love I can't undo so I all I can do in your presence is look down and pretend I don't notice and hope that you like your presents and then play them, the congas for you |