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cowboy poetry

veja, eles retornam
pouco parque que eu passo completamente
em sua barraca guardada
eu vi as estrelas as mais orgulhosas
e como poderia você sonho da reunião
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
sono, irmão cinzento da morte
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
eu quero saber onde você vive
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
eu sou uma mulher

 



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