A story from the past,
A tale with no cast.
I'd have to reveal,
all centuries that they peel.
She is always here with me,
my companion at the place of free.
We climb at the slope of the mountain,
and jump into the fountain.
A lovely scene,
I've never expect that will end,
from a tragedy with a napthalane,
I should have take your hand and lend.
It's too late, my soul past away,
from the past that cover me,
they take me far from myself,
and now I'm escaping with your hand of itself.
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