The envious life of your story was craved,

maybe he was wrong?

Did he not set this good, big heart free too soon?

To your learning and dreams I promised to give wings,

still drunk with passion,

thus conquering the distant horizons,

where the wind long ago resounded.

I promised to be your voice on the road as you walk,

so that oblivion would not find its place here,

I promised to make you a part of life,

so that together we can navigate new oceans,

just like we always did,

just as we always intended to continue.

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