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Doe-me o corpo e o coração
Sinto-me tão pesada e dolorida
Sinto tanta a vontade de escrever
Como não sinto nada de inspirada

Dia após dia, hora após hora
Quando não te vejo
Sinto-me enfraquecer
A perder as forças

Tenho de lutar contra tudo
Para me saciar
Sugar sangue novo e fresco
Até não poder mais

E acordar no dia seguinte
Com a força de um Tigre (signo chines)
A energia de um Peixe (signo)
E equilibro de uma Balança (ascendente)
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