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doce e forte
sombras voadas que varrem perto
minha măe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
se eu souber o narrow uma prisăo é amor
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
mas alas, sonhos justos
vinho velho a beber
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
eu soube o silęncio das estrelas e do mar
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
năo há nenhum escape pelo rio

 



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