You know when you write poetry/songs and you go back to them years later and feel pretty pathetic and embarrassed because they are so shitty... here it goes
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Isto amor nao e un riso Isto amor nao quero lembrar Fiz tanta mal e ainda 'tou com dor Quando a hora vaia passar? Isto amor que nao quero eu nao posso deixar