I miss something,
which I can't describe...
Maybe a bit of silence
A still to define...
Feeling again
What am I
Not in the world
I see
my fingers burning
blood in my words
swearing my thoughts
not to be heard
The truth quiets
the evening
Though the night sleeps unrest
I got one self which will leave
And another that will last
Ferreira
which I can't describe...
Maybe a bit of silence
A still to define...
Feeling again
What am I
Not in the world
I see
my fingers burning
blood in my words
swearing my thoughts
not to be heard
The truth quiets
the evening
Though the night sleeps unrest
I got one self which will leave
And another that will last
Ferreira
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