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eu não posso dizê-lo agora
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
a fragrância veio
como ele de quem espírito na chama do meio-dia
todo meu amor para meu doce
nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas

 



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