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nós não éramos muitos
f4-lo ouvem-se sempre de
filhas do tempo
têm você ouvido
a escuridão rola para cima
eu vi as nuvens entre os montes
as sombras colocam ao longo de broadway
os céus que eram ashen e sober
fraco-é voada a canção
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias
nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas
eu disse, mim fechei meu coração
envolva a terra no tempo cloudy
quando o véu dos olhos for levantado

 



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