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ainda seu cinza balança a torre acima do mar
quando eu retornei no por do sol
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
sob a lua da colheita
talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
se eu souber o narrow uma prisão é amor
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo

 



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