|.from yesterday.\
.I hear the echo of yesterday,
... hidding into the blowing wind,
curled up into the raindrops...,
hidding within the last breath of the fallen leaves
-that refuse to die just yet-
and begging me to let him sleep into
the corner of my wistful heart.
.....
el pasado siempre se queda en una esquina empolvandose un poco, pero siempre estará ahí...
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