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pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
escuro-eyed
eu espero-o
eu estive pelo casement aberto
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias
o rolo sad do cilindro muffled tem a batida
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo

 



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