...Who knows what death, anxiety of the living, Who knows what loneliness, end of the lovingI could say to myself of the — Vinicius de Moraes
...Who knows what death, anxiety of the living, Who knows what loneliness, end of the lovingI could say to myself of the — Vinicius de Moraes
...Who knows what death, anxiety of the living, Who knows what loneliness, end of the lovingI could say to myself of the — Vinicius de Moraes
...Who knows what death, anxiety of the living, Who knows what loneliness, end of the lovingI could say to myself of the — Vinicius de Moraes
...Who knows what death, anxiety of the living, Who knows what loneliness, end of the lovingI could say to myself of the — Vinicius de Moraes
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...Who knows what death, anxiety of the living, Who knows what loneliness, end of the lovingI could say to myself of the love (I had): Let it not be immortal, since it is flame But let it be infinite while it lasts.

— Vinicius de Moraes
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