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poderíamos nós mas para saber
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
eu vi com olhos abertos
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
com os olhos meek, marrons
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
olhe para trás com olhos longing e saiba que eu seguirei
babylon -- onde eu vou sonhar
deixe um sustento da alegria você
uplifting, como o vento fundiu

 



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