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quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
agora que eu lhe esfriei
e com o pássaro humming
gloom
eu amo roubar por algum tempo afastado
a luz retirada
apenas agora
baixo! ' tis um a noite do gala
veio fazer exame de me pela mão

 



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