It started out as a feeling
Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word
And then that word grew louder and louder
'Til it was a battle cry
Pick a star on the dark horizon
And follow the light
No need to say goodbye
te juro que iba a hacer exactamente la misma entrada con diferente fotooo! ajaj ahor ano importa ajja te amo agustinaa :)
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