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eu arremessei minha alma ao ar como um vôo do falcăo
onde deva mim encontre-o
sentar-se em seu balancim que espera seu chá
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
passado unrelenting do thou
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
musing, entre o por do sol e a obscuridade

 



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