A dreaded sunny day
So I meet you at the cemetery gates...
So I meet you at the cemetery gates...
So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
All those people all those lives
Where are they now?
With the loves and hates
And passions just like mine
They were born
And then they lived and then they died
Seems so unfair
And I want to cry
All those people all those lives
Where are they now?
With the loves and hates
And passions just like mine
They were born
And then they lived and then they died
Seems so unfair
And I want to cry
Cemetery Gates - The Smiths
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1 comentário:
Há quem goste de viajar. Eu não. Gosto de estar em locais distantes mas não gosto da viagem, prefiro o momento da paragem para descansar, prefiro sentar-me e olhar, comer, beber, deitar-me, dormir e chegar o mais depressa possível. Com Garcia Marquez, sem nunca ter que viajar, estive lá, longe daqui, e gostei.
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