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eu quero saber onde vocę vive
se eu for muito certo
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
o rolo sad do cilindro muffled tem a batida
em sua barraca guardada
o sol está acima
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
eu vou minha maneira complacently
deixe-me mover-se lentamente através da rua
eu vi que o deus vocę a duvida?
aqueles olhos pretos i elogiado uma vez assim

 



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