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sombras voadas que varrem perto
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
através do peito aching da terra larga
têm você ouvido
ainda seu cinza balança a torre acima do mar
sobre o rio, no monte
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
deixe-me mover-se lentamente através da rua
e nse
sumário em uma noite do vôo
em e sobre

 



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