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porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
esteja em mim como os modos eternal
pássaros de encontro ao vento de abril
rosas e ouro
eu amo roubar por algum tempo afastado
receoso não mais, eu digo
nossos momentos agradáveis voam
esse companheiro estranho veio em baralhar os pés
o que era ele os motores ditos
você está desobstruído
no recolhimento da escuridão e pedem
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless

 



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