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If you want to blame someone,  
blame chance,  
the twists of fate,  
that play with us as they go.  
Blame the irreverence of that young man,  
who broke yesterday's rules,  
with his defiant laughter,  
and a fire he didn't know how to offer.  
Blame the complacency of that night,  
under a sky full of stars,  
where dreams slip away,  
and promises are eternal sparks.  
Blame the path that led me to you,  
weaving trails of magic and pain,  
between shadows and bright lights,  
reborn with every heartbeat, with every love.  
Blame life, if necessary,  
with its riddles and its truth.  
But remember that every blame  
weaves stories of freedom.