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quem ama a chuva
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
os navios estão encontrando-se na baía
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars
mundo que muda sob minha mão
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?
três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
glass-blower do tempo
sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha
podem falar do amor em uma casa de campo
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
a escuridão
em possa

 



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