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What's the immaterial substance that envelopes two,that one percieves as hunger and the other as food.
I wake in tangeled covers to a sash of snow,you dream in a cartoon garden.I could never know.
Innocent imitation of how it would be.
In my imagination, you are cast in gold,your image a compensation for me to hold.Parallel lines, move so fast,
toward the same point.infinity is as near as it is far.
Listen,do you want to know a secret?do you promise not to tell?
'Você me falou pr'eu não me preocupar
ter fé e ver coragem no amor'