For thousands foolish, a thousand dreams, things unsaid. My ups and downs, my flying dangerously close to the sun, runs wild, laughter in the morning in bed and my sudden silence. The many faces of courage, and my thousand fears. My crying in the wind. You left me to go and then recover, only to leave again ... maybe I'll find myself alone.
so Remember, when the sky will have no color, when there will be no time to talk. Keep me in your memory, in the casket of your memory encompasses the most beautiful pages ...
Remember that.
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