Porque há momentos que passam, e correm tão rápido como o vento...
Algo que descobri ao ver um episodio do "House" e que nunca mais me cansei de ouvir...
"There are names across the sea, only now I do believe
Sometimes, with the windows closed, she'll sit and think of me
But she'll mend his tattered clothes and they'll kiss as if they know
A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone"
Sometimes, with the windows closed, she'll sit and think of me
But she'll mend his tattered clothes and they'll kiss as if they know
A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone"
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