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quietamente, com reverance, no awe
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
uma milha atrás
pouco parque que eu passo completamente
o único punho clenched levantado e apronta-se
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
a escuridão rouba os formulários de todas as rainhas
em números mournful
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
melancolia, azul era
esta é a canção da juventude
a música i ouvido com você era mais do que a música

 



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