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Maybe mountains can be moved
And oceans can be drought
Maybe the sun can lose its light
And the moon can never come back

Maybe the cold can make you chill
And the darkness can make you cry
Maybe the rain can erase your footsteps
And the wind can blow your name away
From someone's memories

What's left?
The certainty that life really worths
No matter how bad things seem to be

© 2005 Eduardo Magela Rodrigues

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