Como gostava,
Que o amarelo do sol,
Não mudasse para vermelho...
Como eu apreciaria,
Que o dia não acabasse,
E que visse no espelho, tua face.
Mas como a lua se levanta,
E o mundo continua a girar...
Nem tudo perdura e tem mesmo de acabar...
O escurecer traz a certeza,
Nessa sua doce beleza...
Que os sentimentos são para durar.
sábado, 7 de abril de 2012
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I feel the ropes of the ship tightening as the wind picks up... The boards crank and moan as if they had something to say, As the silence ar...
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I feel the ropes of the ship tightening as the wind picks up... The boards crank and moan as if they had something to say, As the silence ar...
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Well I can see you're giving up... Laying the towel on the floor, And packing your bags close to the door... As the bed is scarce of spa...
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So time keeps clumping on into lumps of people Getting divided by different phases in your life... By all the awkward desires one has on sol...
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