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As almost always when something dies
Nostalgia is born looking for a heart
But mine is rare and although it is disordered
It is impervious to pain
The Happiness is a make-up
With a friendly smile since you are gone
You will always be welcome in this place
To my list of obsessions
Of names to forget , how to remember you
Without looking back, I will never forget the last waltz
When everything is over and the silence speaks
Only your pupils will know It was true
And among the glass little pieces of that afternoon
Where we began to dream
Happiness is a makeup
With a friendly smile since it is gone ¡s
You will always be welcome in this place
To my list of obsessions of names to forget
How to remember you without looking back
I will never forget the last waltz