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a criança que jogou afastado a folha após a folha
esta é a canção da juventude
todo meu amor para meu doce
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
os céus que eram ashen e sober
brilha a última idade, o seguinte com esperança é visto
alguns dos hurts que você se curou
irmão, eu sou fogo
o céu
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
lá pela janela na casa velha
noite misteriosa

 



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