The empty life...
Touched by those who do not love?
Those whose lives were without being,
Who never sang already forgot,
the Truths are so darkness,
In empty, the bad voice call,
Surely ask me who is
The one that taught me to died,
My thought, its sorrow
I do not want more to know of the flowers,
Well wanted clear color, but I don't have hope,
The face, similar reflections
Joys? are very fickle.
In the most resplendent moment,
played in basements of memory
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