Por: Tiago Pereira da Silva
I whisper a thing in your eyes only
I only see what the true wants me to see
I see what is to be me
And you make me wish not to be lonely
There is always a cure for emptiness
Because the solution not always as to be
To full what is to be furless
Cause you can chop the entire tree
That is making you out of free
Promise me not to tell
The entire sate of the things
Spread only your wings
When you’re able to see the bell
terça-feira, 22 de maio de 2007
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