My Last Cry
Velho Pantano
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I don't look backwards for a moment not, feel-me persecuted
run on the dry leaves around me
the araucarias cross my path
everything becomes obstacle in front of me
hinder my escape.
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What can I do?
I know when I will reach is my end
there's nothing else to fear
this will be my the last cry.