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era uma beleza nos dias
três anos há hoje
eighty anos passaram, e mais
há uma hora do descanso calmo
e meu nome é truthful
dê-me a fome
os dias hypocritic
paredes e enorme elevados
o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir
agora quando meus bordos viverem
irmão, eu sou fogo
todos quiet ao longo do potomac

 



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