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eu espero-o
eu năo posso dizę-lo agora
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias
o dia é feito
a lua levantando-se escondeu as estrelas
última meia-noite
esteja em mim como os modos eternal
para entăo without
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
para poder ver cada lado de cada pergunta
deixe-me mover-se lentamente através da rua
os dias hypocritic
receoso năo mais, eu digo

 



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