There is no pain you are receding A distant ships smoke on the horizon You are only coming through in waves Your lips move, but I cant hear what youre saying When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse Out of the corner of my eye I turned to look but it was gone I cannot put my finger on it now The child is grown The dream is gone And I have become Comfortably numb Cristiana Cangussú...Melhorou??
Posted on: Sat, 20 Sep 2014 22:59:05 +0000
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