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você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
as estrelas caíram do heaven
olhe para fora em cima das estrelas, meu amor
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
escute
que possibilidade spiteful rouba unawares
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
seu cabelo bonito
não do mundo largo do todo
eu amo minha hora do vento e da luz
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo

 



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