When I first saw you,
the dark sky became blue,
this sadness dismember
happiness is what i remember..
Through the dark hours of my life,
never end up being happy,
sadness tears me by Knife,
I always feel being empty...
Everyone have wings,
though they are a bit unseen,
in order to grip this feelings,
should I make Myself clean?
Farewell, my precious days,
farewell, my precious place,
goodbye will give an important meaning,
making myself sing...
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