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Camargo By Julio It is lonely there In the night Sometimes I feel Lonely, everybody Is sleeping And I am not. I am walking Down the stairs, Up the stairs, Thinking about going With my friends I see quiet things Me walking, I feel the wind. I see and think About people Who grew old And died. I think about Them. I picture them. |