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quando uma açăo for feita para a liberdade
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
paredes e enorme elevados
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
gloom
agora quando meus bordos viverem
veja, eles retornam
esse ano
e ainda andaram sobre
as montanhas săo povos silenciosos
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
felicidade

 



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