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eu năo queimo nenhum incense
última noite a lua cheia colocou um pano do branco
ao longo dos bancos
em números mournful
era muitas e muito um ano há
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
agora para uma luta viva e cheerful
a terra mantem algum ir da vibraçăo
pouco parque que eu passo completamente
o amor foi cantado mil maneiras
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
fora da janela um mar de árvores verdes

 



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