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Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church when the wedding has end. Live in a dream. Wait at the window wearing the face that is inside the jarrow beside the door. Who is it for? All the lonely people. Where do they all come from? All the lonely people. Where do they are be long?
The father Mc. Kenzie writing the words of the sermon that no one won`t hear. No one comes near. Look at him working, to cement his stocks in the night when nobody there. What that its care? All the lonely people. Where do they all come from? All the lonely people. Where do they are be long? All the lonely people. Where do they all come from? All the lonely people. Where do they are be long?
Eleanor Rigby died in the church, and he was buried alone with the name. Nobody came.
The father Mc. Kenzie limpid the earth from his hands as it was from the grave, no ones will save.
All the lonely people, all the lonely people, all the lonely people.