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o relâmpago piscou, e levantou
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
entre as montanhas eu vagueei
eu estou morrendo
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
como ele de quem espírito na chama do meio-dia
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
têm você andar visto através da vila
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
eu sou velho e cego

 



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