The past      

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Look at the past

I see no road,

no road

 

Look at the time

I carry you

In my heart

 

Look at your smile

It cannot be erased

At least for a while

 

Look your past

You’ll find that

All that you,

All that you,

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All that you are                 

made of                               

All that you are                   

made of                                 

 

I met an old man                         

He told me:

”Don’t stay alone.                        

 

Go fish a good one                       

You deserve it now                       

Oh, now…”                         

 

And all that you are                     

made of                              

All that you are                

made of                                 

 

And all that you are                       

made of                                

All that you are                

made of     

 

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