"Am I hidding in a place
where no one can touch me?
Where people leave no trace
and my imagination can run free?
A secret hidden space
in the deep stare of your eyes.
We gave our last embrace
in divine dreams, through imaginary lines.
Wondering in my thoughts
you can't resist to exist.
Tangled in the foggy mist
of my Pandora's box.
And everytime you start to come true
I hide away in my secret place
erasing without a trace
all my reminders of you."
Good night, sweet prince! And farewell!
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Há 15 anos

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