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ShadowsCovering the little flashes of light I occasionally see
Still shadows
But no matter how dark they may become, they won't deceive me
They've let me seen enough to know what to envision in the absence of light
I've realised the source of heat I need in a long cold night
But I've also realised how hopeless I am, how far that source has gone
All I must do is to gain strength in this cold body and move on
Proceed and look for some other heat provider
Yet the path is dark, and the belief of an unending search haunts my quest
The sight of a non existing ending to this search inhales my forces
Then I stand between two options and I can't seem to see which is best
Standing quiet, cold, alone, grasping those little flashes while they last
or walking an endless path for heat, and allowing the cold to invade me fast
No matter what course of action I may choose
I know that I'm destined to lose
And there's nothing that can be done to turn that around
I'm destined to live in the shadows to never be found
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Onde pára o teu optimismo nestas alturas?... Cheer up!
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