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e enquanto nós andamos a grama foi agitada fraca
com o por do sol
eu sei o que você está indo dizer
se eu for muito certo
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
você ouve a chuva?
os céus que eram ashen e sober
eu amo roubar por algum tempo afastado
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
laranjas arrancando nubian azul-pretas
há qualquer um lá
cara esposa

 



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