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têm você andar visto através da vila
ido antes de nós
eu não queimo nenhum incense
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
eu amo roubar por algum tempo afastado
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
para trás, gire para trás
evidenciado no glimmer em seus olhos
não esteja irritado com mim

 



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