You took his hand and said: "Run as fast as you can. Together we will grow the wings" Let him look back, he lost something there Let him look back, he lost someone there Morning spares the wounded sky He asked you to, but you don't even try Heal those scars Scars that no one can heal One by one they'll disappear Tiny soul, drowned in melancholy In pieces of old memories She took his hand and said: "Run as fast as you can. Together you will grow the wings" Let him look back, he lost something there Let him look back, he lost someone there Evening chills the southern sun He asked you to, but you don't even try
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