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May 2013
all these chords that compose
the song that is you
the F of the way you hide your face when embarrassed
the G of the way you look at people across the street
the C of the smell of your breath in a Thursday afternoon
I'm not a poet, a musician even less
but I may be kind of a beggar
when I beg of you
don't forget me
or let your music fade out
of my rainy days
Victor Lampert
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Victor Lampert  Brazil
(Brazil)   
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