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sexta-feira, dezembro 03, 2010

Pensamentos de ciclovia


When a friend says bye
The broken heart remains mine
I thought that I was wise
But the broken heart still is mine...
Maybe I'm sensitive enough
and others are not or...
I just think too much

Against all these feelings
The rain is my protection
Washing the biterness of life
Until my sweat gets sweet again

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