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In the first days of the spring time made you up and split from one thousand enemies made a trail of, of a thousand tears made you a prisoner inside your own secrecy There's a ghost in me who wants to say "I'm sorry" Doesn't mean I'm sorry At the first hour of the springtime made you up and split from one thousand enemies now I see you from the corner clock strikes and I know you will be drinking alone There's a ghost in me who wants to say "I'm sorry" Doesn't mean I'm sorry From Letras Mania