Achei que fosse máquina,
mas sou só gente.
Gente que sente,
que vive descontente
e mente,
mesmo estando consciente
de que precisa organizar a mente
para voltar a ser
apenas gente.
Achei que fosse máquina,
Achei que fosse máquina,
mas sou só gente.
Gente que sente,
que vive descontente
e mente,
mesmo estando consciente
de que precisa organizar a mente
para voltar a ser
apenas gente.
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