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na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
veio fazer exame de me pela mão
para trás, gire para trás
não esteja irritado com mim
eu não queimo nenhum incense
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
fora de mim unworthy e desconhecido
eu não pray para a paz
quando eu retornei no por do sol
vontade você glimmer no mar?
para vestir o pensamento impetuoso

 



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