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como um homem despido mim vai
eu năo queimo nenhum incense
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
era o outono do ano
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
eu estou no amor com lugares far-seeing elevados
veja, eles retornam
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
uma pena do aço
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
eu quero saber onde você vive
uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
agora para uma luta viva e cheerful
os poetas dizem

 



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