Orfeu Negro

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Ma sadness lives down the road in a place they call « the Inside »
A woman’s lips told me so between the dawn and midnight
She said every house has a ghost and I will haunt you

With every kiss you were told « this beauty is true »

Because where sadness lives the angels sine
Of all the things a tear
Can bring
Of all your beauty
And your soul

 Keziah Jones, Black Orpheus, 2003  Graff de Horfé-Orphé