Those stories sound like I've been told
With the teller in front of me standing still
She would not recognize me even if I die
Having tears in my eyes that I cannot hold
The companion asks me if I want a pie
To move my attention from the mother passing by
Hearing the voices of a mother and girl holding hands
Feeling like nothing is by my side
Her clothes shines like golden sand
As if trying to bring light to the land
My eyes stay on her as my legs going on my way
She sees me and smiles to grant
In a sudden all the words that I'd like to say
Turn into some waves along the bay
The gratefulness i want to pay no longer stay
The gratefulness i want to pay no longer stay
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