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 A Música do Avô - XXXVII.

«How can I explain... These songs of persuasion rattling down some crazy Belfast street past renegade Bars and the writing on everybody's walls. It could be french poetry or the thunder talking... In the country you can see for miles just the moon sailing over the gipsy fields and the rain shining on the wire leading back to the city. I've got an old guitar on beatup shoes cigarette smoke curling up through the light of the piano lamp. Tangling these words together it's only natural... There's a lot of wild irish nights to burn. I'll see you soon... »