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quando eu olhei em seus olhos
os drowses pálidos do dia no ocidental embebem
sono, irmão cinzento da morte
eu ouvi-os na noite
quando eu retornei no por do sol
escute
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro

 



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