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eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
e nse
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
pensamentos através de minha cabeça
com o por do sol
eu não queimo nenhum incense
em números mournful
há um que esse i amou uma vez assim muito
e meu nome é truthful
o corpo pode confinar
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes
têm você ouvido

 



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