Who already passed for this life and it did not live It can more be, but it less knows of what I Because the life alone if of pra who if gave Pra who loved, pra who cried, pra who suffered Ah, who never tanned a passion never goes to have nothing, does not have badly worse of what the incredulity Exactly the love that does not compensate is better that the solitude Opens your arms, my brother, leaves to fall Pra that to add if people can divide I frankly already do not want nor to know Of who he does not go because he has fear to suffer There of who he does not tear the heart, this does not go to have pardon Who never tanned a passion, never goes to have nothing, not
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Posted on Friday, 05 December 2008 at 10:53 AM
Edited on Saturday, 28 March 2009 at 1:37 PM