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There were times when I heard some naughty ghost Whispering he died in my earAnd leading the wind so solemnlyI searched for you through the waves.Well, maybe I was confused: you wereSleeping at your girlfriend's home again.Sparing angels' sighing songs we grew up, but whose blame?They will open the door one more time, To introduce another one dressed In your summer pants and shirt And silently I'll share his stunned point of viewWithout protests.That young silver day shows now no menace at all. Was it so far, two minutes ago?You don't have to come home this time: The sun, with your voice, is walking away.Delighted, it's finally free. From Letras Mania