There Has to Be a Way Across These Mountains
Almir Renato de Souza Almeida.
|There has to be a way across these mountains.|
Somewhere there's a pass we haven't found.
The setting sun casts rows of jagged shadows
Swallowing the hope we had allowed.
Cold descends, the iron will of darkness,
Ah, my love! There will be, will be morning!
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