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nos salões do sono você vagueou perto
quando eu retornei no por do sol
algum queixou-se ao mestre
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
com os olhos meek, marrons
três anos há hoje
porque o faça sempre carrinho que tirita lá
no porto de york novo
nunca em toda minha vida
era o outono do ano
apenas agora
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
eu amo as configurações melodious velhas

 



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