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sobre o rio beckon a mim
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
qual se mantem
uma tempestade está montando na maré
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
dê-me a fome
o céu
sabe uma liberação barata
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
e com o pássaro humming
com o por do sol

 



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