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travails da terra
raça elevado-carregada
agite
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
a algum os deuses gordos
disse
mundo que muda sob minha mão
todos quiet ao longo do potomac
deus
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
a música i ouvido com você era mais do que a música
um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas

 



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