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| Poesias-->Dreamed -- 09/04/2002 - 15:04 (Isabela Mendes) |
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d R e A M E d
Whispered by the words
So softly as my tears
They are falling because it hurts
And I can only know it hurts
when the drugs lose their effect
If i m feeling the pain or not
the fact is that it s hurting.
So tell me...
tell me nothing.
I just want to love
what I couldn t.
Firing and firing
Step by step I start to dance
The burning dance
Where even I don t want to
gladiator angels are burning
gladiator angels are walking
on the streets of old civilizations,
on the old streets of nowadays.
The eyes of everybody are looking at me
but they just can see you. |
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