Ssssshhh...

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Hoje, como às vezes acontece quando a alma está fatalmete consciente da sua inquietação, faltam-me as palavras. É um daqueles dias em que o silêncio é o melhor amigo de quem tem tudo e nada para dizer. Sim, era a olhar para o céu estrelado e a ouvir os sons da noite, sem dizer uma palavra, percebendo as emoções pela respiração e pelos olhares, que estava bem esta noite...

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Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down.
We make a little history baby
Every time you come around.
Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down.
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you come around.

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We talk about it all night long
We define our moral ground.
But when I crawl into your arms
Everything comes tumbling down.

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Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down.
We make a little history baby
Every time you come around.

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Your face has fallen sad now
For you know the time is nigh
When I must remove your wings
And you, you must try to fly.

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Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down.
We make a little history baby
Every time you come around.

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Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down.
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you come around.
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Nick Cave: The Ship Song)