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nos salões do sono você vagueou perto
caído assim
conseqüentemente eu não posso
pouco parque que eu passo completamente
deixe-nos expressar nossas paixões mais baixas
desde que, se você estiver por meu lado hoje
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars
eu despise meus amigos mais do que você
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
um com você
escute
a agonia de ter demasiado poder

 



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