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três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
traga-me a canção macia
f4-lo ouvem-se sempre de
esta bacia de prata antiga de meus
não do mundo largo do todo
em números mournful
eu sei não onde
com os olhos meek, marrons
diz de épocas velhas boas
são você vivo?
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
uma vida na onda do oceano
e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
esse ano

 



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