The storm
No more imagine the life just
Felt like it was the end of everything
And I know that actually delude myself
Wandering without limits going to end,
And when you advertise in such a garden
The time where they can be constant,
The weight another well know, however,
And it shows that uncertainty inside me.
The price you pay, even righteous,
Balance left and I know how much of the cost
That can undermine any future,
Scarcely see the end of the game,
And when in fact every request;
Greater the temporal and the peace; seeking.
Marcos Loures
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