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deixe-nos piedade aqueles de que seja melhor fora do que nós são
no porto de york novo
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
desde que, se você estiver por meu lado hoje
flores dos bebês
eu não queimo nenhum incense
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
como um homem despido mim vai
esta é a canção da juventude
pela costa, pelo mar
você recorda
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave

 



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