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eu não queimo nenhum incense
há um que esse i amou uma vez assim muito
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
você está desobstruído
nos salões do sono você vagueou perto
têm você ouvido
a noite era preta e drear
eu detestei-o
eu ouvi-os na noite
a escuridão rola para cima
nossos momentos agradáveis voam
no porto de york novo
deixe-me mover-se lentamente através da rua

 



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