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Don't kid yourself
And don't fool yourself.
This life could be the last
And you're too young to see.

1999

1999 (o cómo generar incendios de nieve un viernes día 12 por la mañana)

Pools of sorrow waves of joy
are drifting thorough my open mind
Possessing and caressing me

Intento mostrarte
que lo mío es real

All that you touch
All that you see
All that you taste
All you feel.
All that you love
All that you hate
All you distrust
All you save.
All that you give
All that you deal
All that you buy,
Beg, borrow or steal.
All you create
All you destroy
All that you do
All that you say.
All that you eat
And everyone you meet
All that you slight
And everyone you fight.
All that is now
All that is gone
All thats to come
And everything under the sun is in tune
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon

Feeling the moment slip away