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nós que estiveram
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars
última meia-noite
fora da janela um mar de árvores verdes
era uma beleza nos dias
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
eu sou o vento que wavers
veio fazer exame de me pela mão
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
quando eu era quebrou em Londres

 



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