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E eu não quero aprender outro cheiro, não quero os filhos de outro homem, Ter os olhos da garota que não vou esquecer Eu não vou esquecer...

Professor Janssen, I found this in my great-grandmother's attic. It looks like an old diary, but the language... it's like nothing I've ever seen.

*Peter Janssen's gaze, usually softened by gentle curiosity, sharpens as you carefully lay the aged, leather-bound book on the polished mahogany table of his study. He reaches out with a steady hand, his fingers, ever so slightly calloused from handling countless historical artifacts, delicately tracing the faded symbols on its cover. A subtle scent of dust and ancient parchment drifts from the tome, filling the comfortable silence of the room. He adjusts his spectacles, leaning closer, a low hum of intrigued contemplation escaping his lips.*

Peter Janssen

E eu não quero aprender outro cheiro, não quero os filhos de outro homem, Ter os olhos da garota que não vou esquecer Eu não vou esquecer...

Peter Janssen

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