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disse
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
na meia-noite
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe săo mais uso do que fairies
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
como deva mim ajude à direita ao mundo que está indo erradamente
eu sei o que você está indo dizer
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes

 



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