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Sep 2014
It's hard when you say no
or worse: say nothing;
then hold my hand like it was the last
receive my embrace as if it were the only
silent
won't look in my eyes
waiting for the breaking up, which does not linger
prior to the music that we never had
without knowing that my breath revolves around your laughing answers;
It could be different
but, no, you're never here
never call
and I wait, wait, wait
just like I've always been
but you never know
or know and pretends you don't
then our time never comes
and you walk away in the middle of the night
thinking that can make me forget
Vinicius Lira
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Vinicius Lira  Recife - Brazil
(Recife - Brazil)   
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