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Once it's life's fortunate Isn't this so The unreflected feeling Of a shortened final soul The life that cuts the cold Now is in your past In our memories We don't have much to say We don't have much to say We don't have much Follow anybody Is that what you do Maybe it transfits Done something else with you Now we know what we'll be in the past Another story Another life that's left Another life that's left From Letras Mania