In the Winter I wonder
what it’s like to be anywhere else,
to be anywhere but here.
If I leave and don’t return I hope the factories get full
of people making furniture, with
the river running clear.
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"nah...eu estou normal.."
A historia de uma rapariga cujos domingos de manha nunca serão iguais.
