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talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
veja, eles retornam
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
cidade que não é uma cidade
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
eu amo as configurações melodious velhas
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
através do peito aching da terra larga
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
a escuridão rola para cima

 



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