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eu sou velho e cego
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes
os dias hypocritic
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
são você vivo?
eu sobre-tinha preparado o evento
paredes e enorme elevados
esta é a canção da juventude
escuro-eyed
cidade que não é uma cidade
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
qual se mantem

 



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