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não gire sua cabeça
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
musing, entre o por do sol e a obscuridade
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
eu soube o silêncio das estrelas e do mar
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
cai aqui nenhuma luz
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
uma pena do aço
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
há um que esse i amou uma vez assim muito

 



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