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eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
no recolhimento da escuridão e pedem
você é bonito e desvanecido
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias
bonito
duas fileiras dos repolhos
fora do mar sparkling
a terra mantem algum ir da vibração
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
a música i ouvido com você era mais do que a música

 



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