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Shooting star, could you be a message?I can see the spirits start to riseTrail of sparkle in the dead of nightFrom afar, from the other side.Fading laughter in the ever afterI remember when the time ran outNight was falling, shadows were crawlingYou were calling from the other side.I still wear the symbol of our memoryWeaved in gold, in a painted braidRound my finger, never ending circleLike your memory, from the other side.From the other sideFrom the other sideFrom the other sideFrom the other sideFrom the other sideFrom the other side From Letras Mania