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os céus que eram ashen e sober
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
a lua levantando-se escondeu as estrelas
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
eighty anos passaram, e mais
alguns dos hurts que você se curou
caras bonitas, tragical
eu sou uma mulher
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
são você acordado?

 



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