¡±Dorme, dorme meu menino
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dorme no mar dos sargacos
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que mais vale o mar a pino
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que as serpentes nos meus bracos¡±
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-Mario Cesariny
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And when all life as you know it
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-fails
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all ghostlike lips taste just the
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-same
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What better comfort can you find
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Than the serpents in my arms
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Sleep, sleep now my child
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In the sea of crystal Trouble
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For better is the violent sigh
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Than all that you leave behind
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In your eyes a dark so subtle
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Tells you walk, but never fly
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To leave us all behind
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And when all life as you know it
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-fails
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all ghostlike lips taste just the
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-same
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What better comfort can you find
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Than the serpents in my arms
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Down, down terrible child
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To look at it is a sin
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For better is to hold that smile
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Than all that you leave behind
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In your eyes a mark so subtle
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Tells you walk, but never fly
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To leave us all behind
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And when all life as you know it
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-fails
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all ghostlike lips taste just the
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-same
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What better comfort can you find
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Than the serpents in my arms
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Than The Serpents In My Hands
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Moonspell |