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e meu nome é truthful
aqueles olhos pretos i elogiado uma vez assim
há qualquer um lá
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
eu vi com olhos abertos
o ar é como uma borboleta
eu ouvi-os na noite
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
conseqüentemente eu não posso
os prayers brancos pequenos

 



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