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bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
se eu souber o narrow uma prisão é amor
eu verei uma estrela hoje à noite
entre as montanhas eu vagueei
pela ponte rude
os dias hypocritic
como águias na elevação ascendente
meu amor verdadeiro de seu descanso levantou-se
cidade que não é uma cidade
fora da janela um mar de árvores verdes
fora de mim unworthy e desconhecido
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
o que era ele os motores ditos

 



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