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eu sei não onde
o prado estava rastejando
as canções velhas
agora quando meus bordos viverem
as estrelas caíram do heaven
noite misteriosa
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
em uma câmara velha iluminou-se macia
há um que esse i amou uma vez assim muito
uma milha atrás
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
têm você ouvido
flores dos bebês
as verdades terríveis estes sejam

 



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