side walk hardens soft
the rains of December lost
flowers come and go
the birds flock tonight
white are the souls of holy
fire lamps burn out
sweet street vacant lot
an orange sky is shelter
to a broken girl
side walk hardens soft
the rains of December lost
flowers come and go
the birds flock tonight
white are the souls of holy
fire lamps burn out
sweet street vacant lot
an orange sky is shelter
to a broken girl
Nice, poeta!
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Obrigado Poeta that club is still there going strong!
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