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você é bonito e desvanecido
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
eu moldei o mundo
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
a senhora, seu coração girou para a poeira
gloom
eu ouvi o vento o dia inteiro
quando o véu dos olhos for levantado
encontra-se aqui uma senhora a mais bonita
macio como a cama na terra
fala não bem
na esfera

 



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