Half stairs up, I stopped: too fast, maybe the key will turn, four white walls and only one echo, I guess I talk to myself again with tens of voices, schizoframed, Soul for me a little, before the soul is gone, Shake a little and speak a little more, Soul for me a little, feel a little, If you can feel at all, I thought: On three, the miracle would become real, Isn't that what you said? and then left, since the door has shut, the silence screams, against the only prayer I've had: soul for me a little, before the soul is gone, shake a little and speak a little more, soul for me a little, feel a little, If you can feel at….
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Diante de tantas lutas que enfrentamos na terrra, muitas vezes, esquecemos
que a maior de todas as lutas já foi vencida, a salvação da nossa alma. Por
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