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quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
conseqüentemente eu não posso
uma milha atrás
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
raça elevado-carregada
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
eu detestei-o
do sol nem das estrelas
moonlight profundo e macio
três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre
o céu

 



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