Época do Pessimismo (?)
The real reason to pray.
Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground and I
I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms
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