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havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim
se ele
talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
agora quando meus bordos viverem
eu tenho que dizer good-night
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
o rolo sad do cilindro muffled tem a batida
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra
eu sou o vento que wavers
têm você andar visto através da vila

 



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