I see those childhood dreams, I hear those voices that said "go", they gave me readings about how to prepare to bear those days, and so I went, a story made in hell, I slaved away for that dream. Through the sewers, and the years kept flowing, I tell myself a hundred times, I can't let it happen again, I can't let it happen again, walk in my own footsteps and achieve anything, upright like poplars, young or leaning on a cane, each of us knows our own values, each of us is a prototype, that's why I want to ask for a little humility. Each of us has our unfulfilled dreams, we dream about them at night, we chase them all day long, every face knows the tears running down it, when bad luck and chance shake hands again. I see those childhood dreams, I hear those voices that say "go". I see those childhood dreams, I hear those voices that say "go".
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