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você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
agora para uma luta viva e cheerful
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
como águias na elevação ascendente
sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
quem ama a chuva
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
eu sobre-tinha preparado o evento
a terra mantem algum ir da vibração
eu moldei o mundo

 



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