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quando eu olhei em seus olhos
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
antes do saint de bronze solemn
todos tragam os anos
porque o faça sempre carrinho que tirita lá
o rolo sad do cilindro muffled tem a batida
como águias na elevação ascendente
eu sei o que você está indo dizer
todos quiet ao longo do potomac
na meia-noite
quando o véu dos olhos for levantado
e meu nome é truthful

 



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