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first there comes the rage staring at the gates and wishing on a train just trying to feel the same the memory of the first I loved has stayed with me through this walking dream through this walking dream... she didn't come to save but looked inside, and gave me this tiny sound now I'm wishing her around the memory of the first I loved has stayed with me through this walking dream through this walking dream... now I found this cold, cold place a broken shard, a fall from grace Letras de cancionesis this a cradle or a tomb? either way, I'm leaving soon the memory of the first I loved has stayed with me through this walking dream through this walking dream... From Letras Mania