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Feb 7
Time doesn't go back
all moves foward like a train in it's track
But I wish that weren't the case
for when I look the kids outside
I miss so much of back in the day
And then I start to cry
my memories of old paying a visit
and I see how much I miss
All those things that never were
To miss something  (or someone) is already sad enough. But to miss something you never had... That's a tough pain to have in one's heart. (FYI Saudade is a word in Portuguese. There's no translation to it, but it means to miss something)
Pedro Vialle
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Pedro Vialle  20/M/Brazil
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