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não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
o amor foi cantado mil maneiras
ido antes de nós
desde que, se você estiver por meu lado hoje
burly, humble-abelha aplanar
o movimento do seu corpo é como a música

 



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