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na esfera
eu tive um medo em minha vida
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
f4-lo ouvem-se sempre de
como um homem despido mim vai
o corpo pode confinar
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
evidenciado no glimmer em seus olhos
nunca em toda minha vida
sono, irmăo cinzento da morte

 



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