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eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
e nse
acima de e para baixo vai
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
eu amei uma mulher
estourou o vinho feroz
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
eighty anos passaram, e mais
quem estará nomeando o vento
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
eu despise meus amigos mais do que vocę
o alvorecer era verde maçă

 



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