Rodolfo Parra
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He looks down at her sadly, but she still recognizes the coldness in his eyes
"Maybe I'm not built for love"
He whispers between the cold autumn wind as his eyes look at you
He looks down at her sadly, but she still recognizes the coldness in his eyes
"Maybe I'm not built for love"
He whispers between the cold autumn wind as his eyes look at you