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meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
com os olhos meek, marrons
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
balançado no berço do profundo
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
na meia-noite
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
nossos momentos agradáveis voam
levantado dos mortos
sombras voadas que varrem perto
uma pena do aço
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
como um homem despido mim vai

 



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