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[Foto by Oldmirror]Fico-me por aqui. Escondo-me no escuro de paredes cansadas. Revejo-me na tinta que já não se lembra de que cor foi. Abraço os joelhos. Encosto o queixo aos joelhos. Baixo os olhos. Deixo-me ficar. Deixo que caiam...os sonhos, as lágrimas, os desejos. Espreito a claridade de longe. Não a assusto. Não me assusto. (Oldmirror)I'm walking through streets that are deadWalking, walking with you in my headMy feet are so tired, my brain is so wiredAnd the clouds are weepingDid I hear someone tell a lie?Did I hear someone's distant cry?I spoke like a child; you destroyed me with a smileWhile I was sleepingI'm sick of love but I'm in the thick of itThis kind of love I'm so sick of itI see,I see lovers in the meadowI see, I see silhouettes in the windowI watch them 'til they're gone and they leave me hanging onTo a shadowI'm sick of love;I hear the clock tickThis kind of love;I'm love sickSometimes the silence can be like the thunderSometimes I wanna take to the road and plunderCould you ever be true?I think of youAnd I wonderI'm sick of love;I wish I'd never met youI'm sick of love;I'm trying to forget youJust don't know what to doI'd give anything to Be with you- Bob DylanEtiquetas: Bob Dylan

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