There she stood in the doorway; I heard the mission bell and I was thinking to myself,
This could be H e a v e n or this could be H e l l Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way There were voices down the corridor, I thought I h e a r d them say...
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Pequeñas historias, ¡miles de historias! Olvidadas, enterradas, condenadas a desaparecer. Sensaciones, emociones, vidas y pensamientos ajenos, pero a la vez muy próximos. Nadie los recuerda, nadie los rescata.
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