Ennis, Ennis, where are you?
I walk alone down the street and your name resonates inside me…Ennis, Ennis.
Sometimes, when nobody hears me, I can’t keep your name off my lips…Ennis, Ennis!
I see a blond, tall, thin, young cowboy far from me, my heart accelerates. ENNIS! My mind is lying to me. No, it is not you.
I pick up the telephone, wanting
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te quedó perfecto, podrías escribir la otra parte.
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Pero yo no me sé poner en la piel de Ennis, sólo en la de Jack.
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