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havia um strangeness em seus bordos
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
o dia é feito
mulher boa
melhore do que o granito
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
composto do loveliness sozinho
em números mournful
a noite era preta e drear
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
nós que estiveram
dê-me a fome

 



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