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Come back,
with the worn-out wings of flying,
come back,
with the tired eyes from crying,
feeling,
the nostalgia of your love that I wait for,
the sadness of the memory that remains,
in my young heart,
I will,
have to live in this life without your love,
you were sand that slipped through my hands,
and that the wind took away...
thinking,
that I had so much desire to love,
and that I wanted to travel the world so much,
in my crazy youth,
today,
I know that maybe another love will not come back,
that perhaps you were the last woman,
whom I could love