12.Song For Pessoa
How sweet is the dreamers night
To wipe everything clean
In this world that will never be mine I dream
We're all looking for comfort
But haunted by pain
It takes more than one sleepless night in the rain
All the people gather to see how he lived
But tonight the poet sleeps with me
The poets sleeps
How sad is the loser's plight
Drunk in the streets
To see a flame in the dark gently move away
All the people gather to see how he lived
But tonight the poet sleeps with me
The poets sleeps
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