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Regra pessoal quebrada (II)...

Coisa Amar

Contar-te longamente as perigosas
coisas do mar. Contar-te o amor ardente
e as ilhas que só há no verbo amar.
Contar-te longamente longamente.

Amor ardente. Amor ardente. E mar.
Contar-te longamente as misteriosas
maravilhas do verbo navegar.
E mar. Amar: as coisas perigosas.

Contar-te longamente que já foi
num tempo doce coisa amar. E mar.
Contar-te logamente como doi

desembarcar nas ilhas misteriosas.
Contar-te o mar ardente e o verbo amar.
E longamente as coisas perigosas

A sunday smile

All I want is the best for our lives my dear,
and you know my wishes are sincere.
Whats to say for the days I cannot bare.

A Sunday smile you wore it for a while.
A Sunday mile we paused and sang.
A Sunday smile you wore it for a while.
A Sunday mile we paused and sang.
A Sunday smile and we felt true. (and)

We burnt to the ground
left for you to admire
with buildings inside church of white.
We burnt to the ground left a grave to admire.
And as we reach for the sky, reach the church of white.

A Sunday smile you wore it for a while.
A Sunday mile we paused and sang.
A Sunday smile you wore it for a while.
A Sunday mile we paused and sang.
A Sunday smile and we felt true.

in Flying Club Cup

I got a man with two left feet...

"...And if the man can't dance he gets no second chance..."

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Obrigada. Para ti, um milhão de mónadas de *

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