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minha măe ensinou-me que cada noite
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
eu vi as estrelas as mais orgulhosas
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
pensamentos através de minha cabeça
levantado dos mortos
a chuva sobre, e o ar brilhante
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
sentar-se em seu balancim que espera seu chá
em sua barraca guardada
calma como que segundo verăo
e meu nome é truthful
um gleam do ouro no gloom e no cinza

 



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