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o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
a algum os deuses gordos
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
eu tenho que dizer good-night
não há nenhum escape pelo rio
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
antes do saint de bronze solemn
glass-blower do tempo
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
o que nós fará agora
se ele

 



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