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Loves of pretenses, pretenses
Deceased infant strutting
Straight cards building up
The palace of a Catalan prince
Pretend loves alone a side
Dilapidated shimmers in the wind
Where we borrow feelings
The Haunting Maze
And as if nothing had happened
We play on emotion
Between an autumn and a summer
Lying by omission
Loves of feints of pretenses
Deceased infant strutting
Strange fear while listening
The gentle complaints of the wind
Loves of feints in the present
And we wear ourselves out of time
And yet many times we tend
To last a long time
Can't time stop
In the fire of our passions
He consumes them mercilessly
And it's without remission
Loves of feints of pretenses
Deceased infant strutting
Absinthe color, smell of time
Never will be like before
Loves of feints in the distance I hear
Over there that tinkles time
Of these footprints, of our 20 years
Only the shades of yesteryear remain
Who can be and have been
I'm asking the question
Maybe I was destined
To dream of escape
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