Tom: D
Introdução:
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Thundering news hits me like a snowball
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striking my face and shattering
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Covering me in a fine powdery and mist
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and mixing in with my tears
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And I'm fifty-seven but I could be seven years old,
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Cause I will never be able
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to comprehend the expansiveness
G
of what I've just learned, that...
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You, have disappeared
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You have been released
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You are flecks of light
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You are mist
Somewhere, spinning round the sun
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