this empty soul
and make
it grow old
don’t say
nothing
this is the way
to put me
on a string
of a brise to be
always have a mind
over trouble
not that kind
of marble
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03 /Fevereiro/ 2012 por António
this empty soul
and make
it grow old
don’t say
nothing
this is the way
to put me
on a string
of a brise to be
always have a mind
over trouble
not that kind
of marble
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