Good Night
(Dionysius Mattos e Rafael Estivalet)
All the night, I look for question
All the night, I see the persons
All the night, I walk in the city
Old Nigh, My sadness is pink
All the time, I can’t see any thing
All the time, the sun is not coming
All the time, The wind can touch me
Old Time, My memories turns to insanity
The sunrise come, with a complete fears
In this night, my choices are me tears
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