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        As time goes by, my head hangs low
        Tears have rolled down my face, not long ago
        My hopes and dreams, been shattered by 
        The cruel monsters that we are, we live and die
        Sad dreams flood me, just like a tide
        I found myself thinking about, my suicide
        Night will come, dusk has crawled
        Death is shouting names out loud, mine has been called
        My life is gray, I am alone
        My cold and still and dried out heart, has turned to stone
        I see my young self, right by my side
        My tears and thoughts float out towards, my suicide


	Pedro de Carvalho