"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 north/south
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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