it won't have the blue sky, green fôrets and deep mountains.
Every day, when I'll wake up, in the middle a cold sweat
I'll wear thight shoes to walk silencious and hiden ways
Where the doubt, live but not disoriented,
and fear, paralyzed but not destroy if we walk little bit steps
my poor limits, said he, when she had improved him to change
it had other ways and she didn't be together him, nice woman
it wouldn't be a sunny day, it small clouds close all sky
those deep dreams, finissed in every coffee grass without sugar
every stone drives water althought it was so powerful.
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