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eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
renove a visão do prazer
com os olhos meek, marrons
eu estou morrendo
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
muito bem, você liberais
talvez
ame-me no último, ou se você não
em e sobre
a música i ouvido com você era mais do que a música
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas

 



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