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eu gosto d
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
balançado no berço do profundo
olhar além
esse companheiro estranho veio em baralhar os pés
como um homem despido mim vai
cante-o outra vez à canção cantado
para então without
a música i ouvido com você era mais do que a música
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
última meia-noite

 



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