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uplifting, como o vento fundiu
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final
um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
ame-me no último, ou se você não
ao longo dos bancos
veja o tentative
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?

 



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