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levantado dos mortos
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
mil anos silenciosos há
você ouve a chuva?
eu sou fevered
três anos há hoje
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
tropeçando acima, caindo para baixo
há um país completamente do vinho
não gire sua cabeça

 



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