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são você acordado?
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
eu sou o vento que wavers
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
eu vi a primeira pera
não gire sua cabeça
e nse
eu moldei o mundo
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
para trás, gire para trás

 



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