eu rio-me nos funerais e choro nas festas; encontro um gosto suave no vinho mais amargo; com frequência tomo factos por mentiras; e, de olhos postos no céu, caio em buracos; mas a voz consola-me e diz-me: guarda os teus sonhos, os génios não os têm tão belos como os loucos...
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And what about those things we want so much, but will never have the chance to get? Like you, for example...
hummm...
I know, someone got there before.
Lost forever...
Maybe in another life...
Promess me?
I never make promises that I can´t know that I can keep...
do you believe that exists another life?...
Sure.
We met each other there.
I used to sing for you... and once you take me by the hand.
Do you remember?
not really...
can you remember me?...
tell me the story
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