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eu estive pelo casement aberto
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
última meia-noite
doce e forte
o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir
você diz que você me ama
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
veja que eu me dou a você
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais

 



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