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com o por do sol
seja paciente, vida, quando o amor está na porta
um com você
fala não bem
eu tive um sonho e eu acordei com ele
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
cidade que não é uma cidade
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
quem ama a chuva
eu despise meus amigos mais do que você
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
todos quiet ao longo do potomac
do sol nem das estrelas
eu vi as estrelas as mais orgulhosas

 



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