Panacéia dos Amigos




Look the sky and streets of this city without happy dances
Look the sand bellow trees strange as many ended romances

This is a sad history that was signed by a sad writer
This is a bad glory that was finded by a bad writer

Receive a gift of dreams that will be a key for open doors
Receive a kiss of streams and we´ll say or thrown the thorn

Eyes of mind are flying above this planet touching god hands for free
  So, we can listen a song play for all odd pieces of this sad poetry Moraes

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