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fraco-é voada a canção
a neve sussurra sobre mim
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
temos nós nenhum shame?
existir da cisne
eu sou velho e cego
de nossos lugares escondidos
homem frio stern
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
última noite a lua cheia colocou um pano do branco

 



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