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se ele
eu vou minha maneira complacently
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
como um homem despido mim vai
cidade que não é uma cidade
como deva mim ajude à direita ao mundo que está indo erradamente
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
pássaros de encontro ao vento de abril
encontra-se aqui uma senhora a mais bonita
levantado dos mortos
e pão do breaketh mais
eu não posso dizê-lo agora

 



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