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eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
sentar-se em seu balancim que espera seu chá
eu amo roubar por algum tempo afastado
você diz que você me ama
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
acima dos prados ricos com milho
eu verei uma estrela hoje à noite
uma tempestade está montando na maré
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
a terra mantem algum ir da vibração

 



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