I look my memories in this manor
I lose my memory and this wooden horse
of my childhood with stories
I've grown impatient. Time
outweighs my legend
And then the years I silence
the long corridors to the secrets necessary
advance me in this mist austere
My spirit laughed in his face through
I kept forgetting my way
Forget my childhood and see tomorrow
Now everything is uncertain I remember
The shadow on the steps? It was inevitable!
I hurt myself on each of them, the Soul
What strange sacrifices in that time
Things without a name, then I think
Explore my imagination and understanding
Learn this host is called the time!
He who belongs to no stories
made illusions. I remember in my memory
Against this back to me images of my age
I look good before, now when is it?
I ended up all stored in a drawer, and also memories
sleep in a dream one of the most beautiful paradise
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