i sit and wait, as the rain does'nt come i feel the warmth of a passage always shaking, gliding as my heart goes forth. i sit and wait, i find myself in a margin in a greenish tower, falling apart as my feelings do. no blues, no piano playing; the violin arch still goes like an arrow aiming a far far away soul, beneath the border, the limit, though, going away in a forgefull manner.
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i sit and wait,
as the rain does'nt come
i feel the warmth
of a passage always shaking,
gliding as my heart goes forth.
i sit and wait,
i find myself
in a margin
in a greenish tower,
falling apart as my feelings do.
no blues,
no piano playing;
the violin arch
still goes
like an arrow
aiming a far
far away soul,
beneath the border,
the limit, though,
going away
in a forgefull manner.
afinal a chuva veio :)
agora esperamos o sol
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