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13 de fevereiro de 2011

Come, little child
to a world of perceptions
and infinite desire.

You're finally for your own
Your command will be your whole and lonely path,
A world that fells no more than a raw stone.

Sad days.
dark nights.
(A little of that and I will no longer shine)

Hope you're able to manage the things
                                                            but....
in best of cases
You'll die!

Drow in your own dreams
that nobody dream

                                    - I'll be alright.

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