Acordes diurnos

There's a house with no door

and I'm living there;

at night it gets cold and the days

are hard inside.

There's a house with no roof,

so the rain creeps in,

falling through my bead as I try

to think out time.

I don't know you, you say you know me;

that maybe so,

there's so much that I'm unsure of.

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