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o mais saddest do ano
sombras voadas que varrem perto
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
há um país completamente do vinho
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
como um homem despido mim vai
entre as montanhas eu vagueei
eu sei não onde
para a verdade, para o amor
quando o vento trabalhar de encontro a nós na obscuridade
eu v todas as sagacidades humanas
truely

 



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