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nós que estiveram
eu encho este copo
algum queixou-se ao mestre
como eu me encontro telhado dentro, selecionado dentro
melancolia, azul era
a escuridão
como um homem despido mim vai
se eu souber o narrow uma prisão é amor
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
os navios estão encontrando-se na baía
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
são você acordado?

 



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