"I am alone: there is no God where I am"
pass the fields of white
leave the dead behind
so many impressions that night
everything surrounded by tears
and you in the northsouth
this place and eyes, my life
may it never fade
the memory and the photograph
waiting a train
waiting a hill
waiting again
waiting still
and I wait
waiting past
waiting
and I wait
I come back
memories by my hand
angels by my side
to watch over this lights
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