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deixe-me mover-se lentamente através da rua
ao lado de um campo stricken
talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
sadly falando
muito bem, você liberais
ao amante passionate
nós colocamos
moonlight profundo e macio
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
receoso não mais, eu digo
algum queixou-se ao mestre
eu estive
eu vi as nuvens entre os montes
as canções antigas

 



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