alasVALS
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Strange planes flying over me
Ways that
already I've dreamed
I ask to myself
Till when will I be here?
Hidden shadows and faces that don't see
Eyes like torches looking at me,
is like walking on the moon,
Are you yet with me?
Maybe is the red light that follows me
Winter blues and foggy nights
Tears of the butterfly that never cry...
