No one knows I´m gone
Hell above and Heaven below
All the trees are gone
The rain made such a lovely sound
To those who are six feet under ground
The leaves will bury every year
And no one knows I’m gone
Live me golden tell me dark
Hide from Graveyard John
The moon is full here every night
And I can bathe here in his light
The leaves will bury every year
And no one knows I’m gone
Tom Waits
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Warren Schmidt: I know we're all pretty small in the big scheme of things, and I suppose the most you can hope for is to make some kind of difference, but what kind of difference have I made? What in the world is better because of me?
in "About Schmidt"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IORUQ-0nFiQ
doces são os beijos do vento, que tocam e fogem, tal qual as notas das mais belas música quando nos amaciam os ouvidos.
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