Nor even a hope...
Night comes again, I stand alone...
The rays of the sun do not warm me.
Life is remaking, I return to the dust;
The luck lovers myself and mine forgotten...
Destiny so cruel and senseless
The wheel of fortune is missed.
Who wanted from celebration life and happiness
Already know that the dawn has not arrived.
Basically was lost no farewell ...
Nostalgia than it has had and not bring.
Death comes spinning its law,
Undone freedom, death in life ...
The cold invades the breast dreamer
Do not even one hope is revealed...
Marcos Loures
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