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nós que estiveram
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim
o dia é feito
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
o rolo sad do cilindro muffled tem a batida
os corredores de mármore resounding longos

 



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