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was starting from scratch, forget the past.
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Wait 25 minutes, dreaming that you appeared,
but these things only happen in movies.
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From where I expected you could see your window, a cigarette.
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turned on the engine and check your mirrors,
hoping that in the last minute your silhouette appear.
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Nothing.
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I love you.
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