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um pássaro cantou
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
burly, humble-abelha aplanar
era uma oysterman novo alto
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
eu prendo seu coração
nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas
gloom
as montanhas são povos silenciosos

 



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