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baby poem

poderíamos nós mas para saber
um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais
o que nós fará agora
eu estou no tempo cinzento frio
eu sei o que você está indo dizer
do sol nem das estrelas
tempestade
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
quando o véu dos olhos for levantado
há um país completamente do vinho
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso

 



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