at the department of forgotten songs
there is a crying girl
she's lonely
she's just sixteen
or forty-five
she's been abandoned for almost all her life
she can remember the boy who kissed her
but it was meant for her evil b-side sister
és como a flor de laranjeira / que apesar de invisível aos olhos / penetra nas narinas do moribundo / e é delícia, tudo na vida / por uns segundos antonio gamoneda - in 'o livro do frio'
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