The colors were red but they were trying to be black and leaving through the glass door the heart was in the mouth and the image of your lips wouldn't leave my mess and the heart was jumping and the songs that I used to sing to wake up lost feelings in hearts that flew and the mouth couldn't hold and for the first time I was me ...
As cores eram vermelhas mas tentavam ser negras e ao sair pela porta de vidro o coração ficava na boca e a imagem de seus lábios não saiam da minha bagunça e o coração pulavam e as canções que eu cantava pra acordar sentimentos perdidos em corações que voaram e a boca não pode segurar e pela primeira vez fui eu
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