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To my old attic
Why it was, I don't know.
How impatient I climbed
And without knowing why
Something made me think
What could I find?
The fleeting memory
From a night of love
I kept it on a piece of paper
In which I wrapped it
Its crimson color
It was erased over the years
And I thought how crazy I was
Losing this love
That maybe I didn't deserve
Which is now a relic
A lock of her hair
I still keep it for myself
A lock of her hair
That I finally found
A lock of her hair
That from today I will venerate
To leave my heart
Living in peace with illusion
That I will recover your love
And feel the emotion
Of suffering and loving
Remembering yesterday
That can't come back
And believe in a fairy
And wait for the miracle
To be born again
And find her again
A lock of her hair
I still keep it for myself
A lock of her hair
That I finally found
A lock of her hair
That from today I will venerate
To leave my heart
And live in peace with the illusion
That I will recover your love
La-lai, lai-la-la, la-lai, lai-la
La-lai, lai-la-la, la-lai, lai-la
La-lai, lai-la-la, la-lai, lai-la
La-lai, lai-la-la, la-lai, lai-la
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