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cowboy poetry

eu ouvi-os na noite
eu estou cantando-lhe
balançado no berço do profundo
o mais saddest do ano
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
eu disse
eu quero saber onde você vive
o prado estava rastejando
não do mundo largo do todo
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe

 



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