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quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
o sol está acima
última noite a lua cheia colocou um pano do branco
quem estará nomeando o vento
a música i ouvido com você era mais do que a música
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
eu ganhei a raça
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
não seja falso
macia weeping
eu disse, mim fechei meu coração
agora que eu lhe esfriei
a terra mantem algum ir da vibração

 



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