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mundo que muda sob minha mão
a criança que jogou afastado a folha após a folha
eu resido na montanha da tabela
eu estou morrendo
no recolhimento da escuridão e pedem
os navios estão encontrando-se na baía
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars
noite misteriosa

 



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