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envolva a terra no tempo cloudy
sad são que sabem não o amor
eu vi-o uma vez antes
a senhora, seu coração girou para a poeira
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
era muitas e muito um ano há
você é meu companheiro
truely
um pássaro cantou
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra
vinho velho a beber

 



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