We lived segregated at that time
I lay so it seemed to me and the snow fell
Curiosity and prudence came together and I investigated
I ventured to study frost and its compounds
And the immense reserves
Another storm will come, it will be summer again
And its colors will explode in the streets
We will feel ourselves growing and the desire to travel
And meet new loves, which will make you believe again
Sourcing mountains, the bays of inconstancy will appear from the waters
The valleys of inconsistency to overcome this boredom of living
Take what you want from your suspended gardens in the soul
A new storm will come and the summer will end
The quiet of autumn colors reflecting on the streets and moods
Like the sweet discomfort after a goodbye
Few things remain at the end of a summer
The quiet of the autumn colors will be reflected on the streets and moods
Like the sweet discomfort after a goodbye

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