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Looking through the telescope, will I get a visit Looking at my phone stuck going through the images Looking in the mirror I can see a limit I can see a body I can feel a difference A thing called time, yeah, I track it with the digits Satellite business, I was in a space Communication with the energy for forgiveness Communication with the energy disappearing Communication with a memory reappearing The love and the care and the words I was given The memory is fading like a dream But I'm carried by a spirit, then I'm back living in it Through the eyes of my child I can see an inner-vision Through the eyes of my child I can see you in my vision Through the eyes of my child I can see an inner-vision Through the eyes of my child I can see you in my vision Thinking, "Maybe there's no ends" Maybe just infinity Maybe no beginnings Maybe just bridges Maybe just bridges From Letras Mania