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In all the days already past.
The past grabs me like a pincer
And doesn't let me enjoy
What I've gathered so far.
When I try to walk, I fall down.
When I try to hope for the best,
I count all the bad days I had.
No one told me how I should live properly,
I get it as a lesson when my loved ones
Don't remember me...
All the good things, I've already lost them.
I was looking for the stars
And I didn't see the sun coming.
I was looking for the sky and I didn't see
The flower growing at my grave.