In heaven worm souls flutter
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they flutter by with rosaries
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dangling from their necks
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German shepherds guide by nightfall
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little kinder
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little kinder dressed in starlight
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Inside i feel like
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like i`m crying besides a tree
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i`m watching my self like an old t.v.
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i`m watching my self like an old movie
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on color t.v.
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When people whisper in Portuguese`s
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just as mysterious
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and the stubble on his face
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it hurts me when
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when we fell onto each others faces
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Dawn retraces heart ached patterns
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across gray oceans
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Windows brighten up the room
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and one could cast a smooth one lover`s stone
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worn smooth from days of fertile deliberation
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Dawn retraces heart ached patterns across
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gray oceans
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Worn smooth from days of fertile deliberation.
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Grey Oceans
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| Cocorosie |
