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esse ano
eu sei não onde
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
agite
eu tive um medo em minha vida
uma milha atrás
deixe-me mover-se lentamente através da rua
irmão, eu sou fogo
eu sou velho e cego
travails da terra
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
cão do gingham e o gato do calico
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela

 



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