To another under faded setting sun
And I wonder where I am...
Could she run away with him?
So happy and so young
And I stare
As I sing in the lost voice of a stranger in love
Out of time letting go
(The cure)
Desabafos, frustrações e esperava-se, num qualquer dia, boas noticias... talvez num dia de nevoeiro.
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