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(Back To) Holes

Yeah, it's not plain,
but I am here again.
And it feels good, feels new.

Yeah, still there are friends,
the old plans again.
And it feels fine, at least, I'm alive.

Yeah, that's what I do:
I leave on a jetplane when things ruin down,
and it feels superb, though coward.

Yeah, yeah, now all that I claim
is to be careful to not be in vain.
To keep working on my plans
that I drew so beautiful.


(Júlio B.)
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