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se eu souber o narrow uma prisão é amor
ainda treze anos
melancolia, azul era
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
dê-me a fome
eu sou o vento que wavers
a neve sussurra sobre mim
o mistério o mais escuro, o mais estranho
não gire sua cabeça
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
eu encho este copo
um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas


 



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