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o que nós fará agora
levantado dos mortos
babylon -- onde eu vou sonhar
seu cabelo bonito
era não para esse cheiro singular
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
a agonia de ter demasiado poder
cante-o outra vez à canção cantado
poderíamos nós mas para saber
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
para poder ver cada lado de cada pergunta
travails da terra

 



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