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You're twenty years old, who would say
Your precious eyes are going to leave me
Open them and look, look at the sadness
That you leave around so much anxiety
You take everything with you, my life
Your eyes, your kisses
Your dreams of love
And that promise, that opened the wound
That I carry bleeding in my heart today

Look at me awake, my life
You shouldn't leave without speaking
Look at me, my love, as you used to
When you told me I won't forget you
Talk to me, lift your head
I want you to kiss me again
Before you go away and the cold
Wraps you in the shadow of eternity