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não pendure nenhuma grinalda
era uma oysterman novo alto
material da lua
a agonia de ter demasiado poder
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
ido antes de nós
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
eu ganhei a raça
se eu for muito certo
em seu vôo
olhe para fora em cima das estrelas, meu amor
não permaneça não mais
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
última meia-noite

 



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