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eu sou o vento que wavers
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
escuro-eyed
o céu
levantado dos mortos
nós que estiveram
há qualquer um lá
deve ir para trás, disse
a senhora, seu coração girou para a poeira
a escuridão rouba os formulários de todas as rainhas
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless

 



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