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era uma oysterman novo alto
um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
porque entăo, a obrigaçăo nós vę?
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
como ela
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
nossos momentos agradáveis voam
eu ouvi-os na noite
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
caído assim
truely
eu detestei-o

 



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