Death was at my side
as I arose from my bed.
He was anxiously waiting
to make me be dead.
Death was at my side
as I arose from my bed.
He was anxiously waiting
for what I most dread.
Death was at my side
as I arose from my bed.
He was anxiously waiting
to take my friend instead.
(Curitiba,1996)
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