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sombras voadas que varrem perto
o movimento do seu corpo é como a música
eu ouvi-os na noite
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
entre as montanhas eu vagueei
no porto de york novo
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
fala não bem
f4-lo vêem sempre um jacaré
composto do loveliness sozinho
eu penso d esplêndido justo
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio

 



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