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gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
sentar-se em seu balancim que espera seu chá
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias
era uma oysterman novo alto
dê-me
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
simplesmente falando
a lua levantando-se escondeu as estrelas
agora quando meus bordos viverem

 



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