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terça-feira, 4 de novembro de 2008

Black Rain

There's rain on the horizon
Shows the window of my youth
Black rain like bullets flying
Black rain like men do

There's a storm coming around
Close the door of my old age
Storm coming like dogs barking
Storm like pain crystalizing

There was a sheppard where they took me
and they buried me for good
He used to say people always fly too high
neverending dreaming of angels
like loving at first sight
like loving at the last fight

Whispering wind hold the words
stormy pregnant mother goes
and goes and lives the tail of a red
monstruous dragon behind

some say a lullaby
some live to deny

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