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•while I was in my heaven
I still remember that day as if it hadn't been 50 years old
I remember when Marcelo went with me to take him with us while he was basking in his heaven and filling the world with the joy of his wild spirit.
I did not forget the smile that was on his face when he saw us
His laugh was quenching the land of his heaven while his soul was blooming
Poor child!
But the poor child didn't know what was waiting for him.
He trusted and gave his hand to us
we split his sky, so the birds of his soul migrated!
We thought that we would fly him to a place higher than his sky, but we were blind!
We robbed his soul from him!
3
•while I was in my heaven
I still remember that day as if it hadn't been 50 years old
I remember when Marcelo went with me to take him with us while he was basking in his heaven and filling the world with the joy of his wild spirit.
I did not forget the smile that was on his face when he saw us
His laugh was quenching the land of his heaven while his soul was blooming
Poor child!
But the poor child didn't know what was waiting for him.
He trusted and gave his hand to us
we split his sky, so the birds of his soul migrated!
We thought that we would fly him to a place higher than his sky, but we were blind!
We robbed his soul from him!