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sadly falando
entre as montanhas eu vagueei
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
em números mournful
quando você vier hoje à noite
eu arremessei minha alma ao ar como um vôo do falcão
baixo! ' tis um a noite do gala
uma milha atrás
é ido
o que nós fará agora
não gire sua cabeça
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
através do peito aching da terra larga

 



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