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perguntam-me onde eu estive
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
o que era ele os motores ditos
para trás, gire para trás
os céus que eram ashen e sober
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
agora para uma luta viva e cheerful
a luz retirada
uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento
vocĂŞ diz que vocĂŞ me ama
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- sĂŁo liars
lá pela janela na casa velha
eu arremessei minha alma ao ar como um vĂ´o do falcĂŁo
eu fui acima e trago as ruas

 



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