It was night, a cloudy night.
All started when my brother
knocked the door.
I´m still here, in the house,
waiting for the answer
bit it never come.
One could and dark night
the answer come, my brother.
when he knocked the door I didn't
opened the door because I was frightened
of what he could answered.So I let him go away.
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