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On the platform of lost dreams
we wait for the train of destiny,
with yearnings of golden suns,
and hearts with no nonsense.
The afternoon is tinged with shadows,
the waiting tortures the soul,
and in silence we are enveloped,
the calm tears.
But in the depths of our breast
the flame of hope burns,
with strength and fresh courage,
we emerge from the storm, cowardly.
Because life gives us
the embraces that sustain,
those hands that call us,
and hold us in their affection.