Oblivion - Astor Piazzolla

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Sons & Daughters of Men and Women.
You came, you saw and did you win?
I came right after you
I miss you
I long to see and talk to you
You left in such a hurry
Like an ocean's wave crushing on a sandy shore
You slipped through my fingers
I know you been here
I can see your books
And I can see your portraits
They silently observe me from the walls
As I pass through the gallery of life
Undisturbed by your gazes
This separation makes me sad
I want to see your eyes
I want to ask the questions
I know that He awaits for me
My Judging Day is coming
My portrait is already made
and never mind...
It doesn't look like me at all
I'll slowly hang it on the wall
as I will pass into oblivion....

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