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minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
acima de e para baixo vai
a agonia de ter demasiado poder
esse companheiro estranho veio em baralhar os pés
porque o faça sempre carrinho que tirita lá
nós não éramos muitos
macia agora a luz do dia
através do peito aching da terra larga
eu ouvi-os na noite
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
trançado e tecido

 



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