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Drops tearing over the well thinking sand are the notion of our time passing away... |
CD: Ouça Teatro Líquido
Credits: Augusto Malbouisson |
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And... for the very foverer time... repeating, repeating, repeating, and doing it all again. Always the same, but different. |
CD: Ouça Teatro Líquido
Credits: Sandro Rodrigues |
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Where it shines she's just light. But if she darks, we hope to be siameses in Heaven. |
CD: Ouça Teatro Líquido
Credits: Simplício Neto/Sidney Honigsztejn |
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