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São Gonçalo, Rio de Janeiro

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The most lamentable tear ever dropped from heaven, the luminescence that’s divided by it’s own portion. Promises We promised to stand by each other's side I said I'll hold your hand you, always hold it tight As time overflows in a memory's streams We kept what the heart bestows linked in our dreams For the soul, behold dwelling here till it dies we set do our best to unfold till one close another's eyes How sad it is this foolish wicked finds we've left with no other than this all those dreams behind It is quite clear we dared not to see we're no longer together losing faith while the end is near it is now shattered what we meant to be. Noxnel A