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a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
as cançőes antigas
o prado estava rastejando
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
com os olhos meek, marrons
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
veja, eles retornam
rosas e ouro

 



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