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há um país completamente do vinho
amigo, cujo o sorriso veio ser
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
temos nós nenhum shame?
escute
as cançőes antigas
eu vi as nuvens entre os montes
fora da janela um mar de árvores verdes
eu vi as estrelas as mais orgulhosas
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
eu fui acima e trago as ruas

 



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