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Where were you when I was burned and broken, while the days slipped by from my window watching. Where were you when I was hurt and I was helpless, because the things you say and the things you do surround me. While you were hanging yourself on someone else's words, dying to believe in what you heard, I was staring straight into the shining sun...

Lost in thought and lost in time. While the seeds of life and the seeds of change were planted. Outside the rain fell dark and slow. While I pondered on this dangerous but irresistible pastime. I took a heavenly ride through our silence, I knew the moment had arrived for killing the past and coming back to life.

I took a heavenly ride through our silence. I knew the waiting had begun. And headed straight...into the shining sun…



El 6/03/11 cumpliste años, felices te sean. Ojalá este saludo te llegue de alguna manera, gracias por ser tan grande.

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