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Na primeira hora
do Ano Novo
somos todos solitários
com sonhos soltos
iluminados pelos
fogos de artifício
e promessas repetidas
misturadas à vodka,
choro e risos.
In the first hour on
New Year's Eve
we're the lonely people
with loose dreams
brought to light
by fireworks
and recurring resolutions
mixed to vodka, tears
and laughter.
I feel like this on my birthday not new year ... somehow my birthday seems like new year to me :)
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