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era uma oysterman novo alto
porque săo as coisas que năo tęm nenhuma morte
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
ao longo dos bancos
olhe para fora em cima das estrelas, meu amor
fala năo bem
quando eu retornei no por do sol
passado unrelenting do thou
a agonia de ter demasiado poder
no alvorecer, disse
eu estou morrendo
ainda seu cinza balança a torre acima do mar
eu encho este copo

 



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