Curioso imaginar que algo que um dia poderia ter sido do tamanho do infinito também poderia caber numa caixa. Seria tudo assim, tão simples? "My yesterdays are all boxed up and neatly put away, but every now and then you come to mind; ´cause you were always waiting to be picked to play the game, but when your name was called, you found a place to hide; when you knew that I was always on your side".
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