Encontrarse------>casualmente
Le buscaba (sin querer saber) En los mismos sitios<----->en las mismas cosas:
siempre (sin querer hallar) añoraba (sin querer buscar) Sentía (sólo de camino a casa)
esa nostalgia vana de lo que nunca supo (o nunca quiso) encontrar. [13.04.14.]
as the feeling of the cold
and memories fall
as the fire is getting old...
Oh, and I once more am now...
Don't you fret I'll find my way
carefully walking from the devil's plane
and I know why you did not follow me
pride swallowed me then led me astray"
Matt Corby---->[Untitled]
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