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Nuno Alfama
Time is of the essence.
Time is of the essence.
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I am everything
I really do not want to
look outside Everything is gray Everything is gray Everything is gray I really do not want to look inside Everything is gray Everything is gray Everything is gray I really do not want to go outside Everything is gray Everything is gr...
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Undertone
It is not it that makes me want to be alive or to surrender It is not it that makes me wish to kiss you or to spit on you It is not it that makes me want to take the ride or to walk alone   I do not know if I am living in its nightmare  Or if its terrors ar...
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Naked Eye
My heart beats, but my blood is gone My eyes can blink, but I don't know what I saw, I don't know what I see My feet touch the ground, but I have no legs My hands, they can still write, and yet, I have no grasp. I am here, but I do not exist.
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Every Other One
Love?   Love is like a married man in a hurricane Is like no other storm And yet there's another. Love is like your grandma that is haunting me She doesn't hate me, she doesn't love me But... But you do. Love? Love is like your shadow that follows me I feel...
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First Sight
I looked at her for nearly two minutes, I don't why nor how, But I knew it was her, Right at that moment, My mind went to places never unlocked before by anyone, But she did, She carried something more that I could not explain on
that instant And maybe not ...
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The Clock Master
If you
could just stop for a moment, You
would solely stop to not stop eternally, But not
wanting to be eternally ungrateful, I only
count on what was not offered. I ’m
not grateful, But neither I deride Who has nothing more to be derided. The master has no...
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Hollow Winter
Empty chairs, Those that look through the windows Waiting for a simple reallocate, That perhaps will never happen. Clear windows, Those mindful of their task, And even though they can’t hide their
eyes, Someone always keep them warm after
twilight. Hidden s...
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Outrun My Lies
I’ve seen the place where we belong together, Where we are something more, And while the pressure is profaning our great wide
course, Can we keep our hands in our hearts? When the pressure is spelling the way we know it all by
tight signs, Can we keep ridin...
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