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Instantâneo (XXXIV)

No corredor da morte, a lembrança da vida.

"Though the sword was his protection
The wound itself would give him power
The power to remake himself
at the time of his darkest hour
She said the wound would give him
courage and pain
The kind of pain you can't hide
From the wound a lovely flower grew
From somewhere deep inside"

'The Lazarus Heart', Sting