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a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
eighty anos passaram, e mais
dê-me a fome
lá pela janela na casa velha
sombras voadas que varrem perto
era não para esse cheiro singular
vinho velho a beber
olhe para trás com olhos longing e saiba que eu seguirei

 



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