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ao longo de um river-side
simplesmente falando
e ainda andaram sobre
uma pena do aço
envolva a terra no tempo cloudy
era não para esse cheiro singular
fora do profundo e da obscuridade
a agonia de ter demasiado poder
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
os prayers brancos pequenos
diga-me não
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão

 



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