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thank you poem

eu fui acima e trago as ruas
disse
mas alas, sonhos justos
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
melancolia, azul era
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
irmão, eu sou fogo
eu estou cantando-lhe
assim perdido
deixe-me mover-se lentamente através da rua
quando você vier hoje à noite

 



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