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desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
sobre os rooftops compita as sombras das nuvens
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
receoso năo mais, eu digo
quem estará nomeando o vento
antes do saint de bronze solemn
glooms dos viv-carvalhos
e păo do breaketh mais

 



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