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com os olhos meek, marrons
os dias endeared a cada MUSE
deixe-me mover-se lentamente através da rua
eu sou o vento que wavers
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
eu nĂŁo posso sempre sentir seu greatness
eu sou velho e cego
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
rosas e ouro
o mistério o mais escuro, o mais estranho

 



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