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teria mesmo seu gracejo
antes do saint de bronze solemn
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhă
como deva mim ajude ŕ direita ao mundo que está indo erradamente
todo meu amor para meu doce
babylon -- onde eu vou sonhar
eu amo minha vida, mas năo demasiado bem
vinho velho a beber
acima de e para baixo vai
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
aflija-se năo para o invisível
as montanhas săo povos silenciosos

 



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