FOOLISHNESS
I never imagined any step
Where what he could not be
Even a shred of joy
I pray that as much as Scrap.
The verse in another tone generates fatigue
And drink with fear as had the
Wind irony in drawing
The whole even when annoyed
Repair each time more diverse
Do as much as I want and always verse
Landing softly on empty.
The song is losing in folly
And when you try, I fear nothing,
And the wind I fearlessly challenge.
MARCOS LOURES
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