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com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
veio fazer exame de me pela mão
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
as montanhas são povos silenciosos
este é o navio da pérola
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
a noite era preta e drear
do assoalho ao teto
eu sou o vento que wavers
eu sei não onde
o que nós fará agora
o amor foi cantado mil maneiras
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
três anos há hoje

 



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