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"Dorme, dorme meu menino!
Dorme - no mar dos sargaços;
Que mais vale o mar a pino
Que as Serpentes nos meus braços!"
Mário Cesáriny
And when all Life as you know it - Fails
All ghostlike lips taste just the - same
What better comfort can you find
Than the Serpents in my Arms
Sleep, sleep - now, my Child
In the Sea of crystal Trouble
For better is the violent Sight
than all that you leave behind
In your Eyes - a Dark so subtile
It tells you walk, but never fly
To leave us all behind
And when all Life as you know it - Fails
All ghostlike Lips taste just the - same
What better comfort can you find
Than the Serpents in my Arms
Down, down - terrible Child
To look at It, it is a Sin
For better is to hold that Smile
That's all you leave behind
In your Eyes - a Mark so subtile
It tells you walk, but never fly
Never fly - to leave us all
To leave us all behind
And when all Life as you know it - fails
All ghostlike Lips taste just the... same
What better comfort can you find
Than the Serpents in my Arms
What better comfort can you find
than
The Serpents
In my Arms
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