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eu estou cantando-lhe
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
eu vi-o uma vez antes
as canções antigas
quando, cheio do amor morno e ansioso
e como poderia você sonho da reunião
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final
é ido
o corpo pode confinar
as verdades terríveis estes sejam
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
todos tragam os anos
como ela
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem

 



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