Death came hurrying to school a pupil is
a name by Marisela
The brutally shot to his skull throne
not leave a single tooth
the young quinceañera
I carry to the grave of the cemetery of the town
was difficult to get her pa
thing was an ordeal
Ay
Isela your drawer size was not ... ....!
I was so "tailed"
that your skull throne
Deep in the pantheon of many squeaks
one dead in her drawer
paste thousands of screaming
Goodbye Marisela
without glasses is your shroud
no longer scared
School or leave your box
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