terça-feira, 17 de abril de 2012

Como se fosse música

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And she walked away, well her shoes were untied,
And the eyes were all red,
You could see that we'd cried, and I watched and I waited,
'Till she was inside, forcing a smile and waving goodbye.









Épocas nas quais, se eu pudesse, usaria só letras de música para me comunicar. Aiai.

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