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cara esposa
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
receoso năo mais, eu digo
eu sei o que vocę está indo dizer
os prayers brancos pequenos
levantado dos mortos
um pensamento doce solemn
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
e meu nome é truthful
a criança que jogou afastado a folha após a folha
eu sou velho e cego
mundo que muda sob minha măo
nunca em toda minha vida

 



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