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na meia-noite
vinho velho a beber
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
filhas do tempo
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
você recorda
eu estou cantando-lhe
o ar é como uma borboleta
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
qual eu desejo observar
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
e com o pássaro humming

 



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