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sobre o rio, no monte
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
há qualquer um lá
paredes e enorme elevados
eu sei não onde
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
o movimento do seu corpo é como a música
balançado no berço do profundo
deve ir para trás, disse
faça os meninos e as meninas vão ainda
o mais saddest do ano
olhe para trás com olhos longing e saiba que eu seguirei

 



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