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você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
olhe para trás com olhos longing e saiba que eu seguirei
veja que eu me dou a você
alguns dias mais ventosos
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
macia weeping
eu ganhei a raça
as canções antigas
na esfera
ame-me no último, ou se você não

 



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