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Once I recall, that one day, during fall
When we met by accident, by a call
A simple cigarrete that I held in my hand
It tasted bitter; it wasn't bland
When I heard someone call my name,
In some ways, it was my moment of glorious fame.

It took only a second, a single strike
A fire had started, faster than a motorbike
And you called someone's name from the burning
Building that now shook and rumbled and cracked and it was its ending.

At a glance, I saw you through the burning door
And I knew what it was I would do
Was to save you from that burning floor,
I wouldn't stop until I was through.

In that morning, when you woke up and saw me
And was frightened, and saw that it would be
That you were all right, thankful to be alive
And you pleaded to go home
And from that day on, you and me waited for that ringing of the phone.