Na conversa que se segue,
O ritmo é reduzido...
E este pensamento que te persegue,
Docemente te sussurra ao ouvido.
"Pudesse eu te ter aqui,
Apenas para nos meus braços te segurar...
E ficaria sem duvida feliz enfim,
Nem que fosse nesse doce abraçar!"
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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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