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minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
escuro-eyed
eu sobre-tinha preparado o evento
como um homem despido mim vai
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
ruídos que strive rasgar
o sol está acima
behold mim, em meus chiffon, gauze e ouropel
macio como a cama na terra

 



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