Why jealousy?
Why Pity?
Why the sound of bells
When fall out by a pretty?
Son of a mother,
That's not a mistake.
Mistake is being away
From the sense of the word.
For that
I shall cast a spell.
A spell of fortitude,
For me, myself and I...
Just me.
Always me.
Like the Sun,
Always shining,
Still not seeing his sister all day long...
I feel pity and jealousy...
Can I say out loud "victory"???
Fábio Alves
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