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family poem

há um país completamente do vinho
lá pela janela na casa velha
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
veja, eles retornam
não seja falso
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
ao longo de um river-side
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
faça exame de meus bracelets
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro

 



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