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eu despise meus amigos mais do que você
sad são que sabem não o amor
todo meu amor para meu doce
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
cidade que não é uma cidade
melancolia, azul era
se ele
babylon -- onde eu vou sonhar
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
uma tempestade está montando na maré
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
ido antes de nós

 



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