WHEN HEALTH TIGHTENS
José Araujo de Souza
When the nostalgia presses
and the pain consumes me
what little peace I have left
ride the golden horse
of an enchanted dream
and I canter.
When the nostalgia presses
and the pain consumes me
forcing the low-key smile
ride the golden horse
of an enchanted dream
and canter in the fields at night.
When the nostalgia presses
and the pain consumes me
and there’s nothing left
that I can do it
ride the golden horse
of an enchanted dream
and let myself reach
for you.
CROSSING
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FROM THEM
