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Translation
From My Post to Yours
Life goes on, it was decided that way
Hands getting older, a sign in me
That already looks right to let it go
But I wanted you to know than it went by in vain
Autumn, Winter, Spring, Summer
And yesterday was that yesterday, almost looked like it
I know that on that day
What existed
Died, it had no salvation
The door in our house
Highly echoed
And read, all my heart
And today I bring the day when someone said
If it is to suffer, let me write and without
Fearing everything and feel it for once
Lost in love, in a place that saw me
Forgotten by colours of an old canvas
If it is to hide, I come and recall
That I know that on that day
What existed
Died, it had no salvation
The door in our house
Highly echoed
And read, all my heart
From June to January
From my post to yours
Of who I always wanted
And was very close to happening
From Porto to Lisboa
On a flying bird
It was far that God wanted
That it would be very close to happening
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