Custa.me o oxigénio.
Quando passeares por aquelas ruas de gelos perdidos, cheiros doces, e gestos salgados.Lembra.te de mim.
Porque depois. Depois vem isto.Este espreguiçar de saudades.
Proibiste.me.
E eu que não sou de leis.
Perdi.me.
She believed and held on
to everything that was once promised,
and all she knew was that he was a beautiful idea.
and all she knew was that he was a beautiful idea.
But she couldn't grow old with a beautiful idea.

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