Todo lo que vemos desfilar ante nuestros ojos, todo lo que imaginamos, no es sino un sueño dentro de otro sueño. Edgar Allan Poe
How does it feel To treat me like you do
Tell me how do I feel Tell me now how should I feel
Now I stand here waiting
I thought I told you to leave me While I walked down to the beach Tell me how does it feel When your heart grows cold
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