| that day you left
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| A piece of paper on the table
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| 4 lines that said: forgive me if I leave
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| I wanted to go after your steps
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| With the desire to take revenge to shout my contempt at you
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| like a cowardly woman
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| And throw your damn heart at the dogs...
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| I wanted to go after your footprints
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| But something stopped me
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| I was a crying child
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| asking me about you
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| Not as satisfied as I could
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| I held him in my arms
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| After calling you a lot
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| He fell asleep on my lap
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| And my hair was a handkerchief that dried his tears…
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| Since then our son
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| I forgot that you existed
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| I told him that his mother flew from him to heaven
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| Since then your portrait
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| always has many flowers
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| He does not lack a prayer that he prays to you at night
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| And if someone names you, he says: he died...
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| 5 years is not a day, you are a little late
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| It is useless for you to pretend
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| again here to return
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| The boy is 8 years old and that 5 who prays to you
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| He tells me that you hide
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| Under the shine of a star
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| Do you realize if you have died, for me and for him...
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| If you want me to forgive you, for the damage you have done to me
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| I swear I don't save you
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| Not a bit of rancor
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| If you need anything
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| Here is my open hand
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| Everything, everything I offer you
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| Less walk through that door
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| And you will have a little place in my noble heart…
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| But before you go
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| I'm going to call the boy
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| Let him see that in your eyes
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| not a tear is seen
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| Tell him that you were a friend
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| From his mother to him and that's why you want to watch him closely
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| And shake him a strong kiss, and never ever come back
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| For his ill of him or his good
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| And never ever come back
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| For his bad or his good... |