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com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
agora para uma luta viva e cheerful
acima do sul na ruptura do dia
a escuridão rola para cima
mil anos silenciosos há
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
glass-blower do tempo
eu ganhei a raça
traga-me a canção macia

 



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