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entre as montanhas eu vagueei
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
ainda seu cinza balança a torre acima do mar
sadly falando
este é o arsenal
vinho velho a beber
ame-me no último, ou se você não
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
as estrelas caíram do heaven
passado unrelenting do thou
simplesmente falando

 



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