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João Ninguém

O som alto, nada interfere Em nosso amor, O que fazemos da porta Pra dentro de casa, Nada sabem. Finjem que se importam com a gente e de nada sabem, Ah os malditos covardes, Vão sofrer na minha mão Até eu voltar ou até nos encontrar novamente. Hipocrisia e como um verme, Se instala e cresce, o coração parece a bondade some, E a mente se derrete. Saudade da dor Do que tínhamos medo, E quando a dor era como um trem de passagens breves. WM 29.07.18

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