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nós que estiveram
ruídos que strive rasgar
cidade que não é uma cidade
uma vida na onda do oceano
deve ir para trás, disse
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim
no porto de york novo
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido

 



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