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o corpo pode confinar
as montanhas são povos silenciosos
no porto de york novo
até sua janela da câmara
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
agite
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
pouco parque que eu passo completamente
tiveram e i mas encontrado com
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
para trás, gire para trás
fala não bem

 



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