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nós colocamos
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
quem estará nomeando o vento
a fragrância veio
dê-me
um olhar é mas um raio
para a verdade, para o amor
você ouve a chuva?
mas alas, sonhos justos
pensamentos através de minha cabeça
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
todo meu amor para meu doce
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias

 



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