I could make a career of being blue
I could dress in black and read Camus,
Smoke clove cigarettes and drink vermouth
Like I was 17
That would be a scream but,
I don't want to get over you.
Jamais, meu amor. Jamais.
(mesmo nos dias em que sou azul, Amo-te)
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