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o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
pela ponte rude
quando eu olhei em seus olhos
fala não bem
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
na meia-noite
pensamentos através de minha cabeça
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
em sua barraca guardada
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
e ainda andaram sobre

 



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