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Only she was 15 years old and my group played in the neighborhood,
bathed in the crescent above the scene,
Huntress with initials AC / DC in the back,
longings to live,
girls who came to discover the magic transmitting with my guitar.
A night to become a comet,
were ways of living by a piece of sleep,
my heart was marked for the rest of the day.
Already nothing again be the same as that night summer.
The road took me and my mistakes were many,
my hands often knew the fire,
and discovered little by little the end of innocence.
But now that I look in the mirror I discover something that I am older and more tired,
cry to heaven a song of sorrow for the soul shattered.
My eyes are still in those 15 years as a newly completed,
it is as if the passage of time would like to keep them as innocent in search of the truth.
Tell me how they were your feelings?
As you change the time frame?
And the loss of innocence?
You have fulfilled your dream?
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