quinta-feira, 24 de janeiro de 2019

F#1157

"No one, shall dig you up From the, depth of their thoughts As the years, will pass you on And your mortal brains and bones turn stone Nothing, shall reach your ears Far from, their clear blue tears As you lay, in slow decay But all love, from up above Still makes your heart just move, enough No one, shall dare to leave Fading, my legacy As the years, will pass me on I’ll be gone "




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