SAMBA 1. In the Samba of my life I close the door to my room Death and Change are never the same So I wait here for the knock In the Samba of my room I close my eyes lying on my Samba bed Why do miracles need a sky? Death and Change are never on time They’re never here until they knock So I wait and... Sign in to see full entry.
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