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ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
um com você
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
no recolhimento da escuridão e pedem
eu vi com olhos abertos
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
fraco-é voada a canção
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars

 



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