On the happiest of my days I saw a plane reflecting in your eyes and fading away Since then I'm not sure I walk along the stream I write long letters to no one Winter in Leblon is almost arctic-like There's something that has been always shrouded in mystery Where I precisely left, on that day, the lion I used to ride Right there I forgot fate always wanted me to be alone In a desert with no longing, no regret, no ties, nothing at all A drunken boat at sea I don't know what part of me wants me to remember That once Earth and Heaven became one for the both of us Just before the West went haunted
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