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macio como a cama na terra
para trás, gire para trás
até sua janela da câmara
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
todos quiet ao longo do potomac
na esfera
nossos momentos agradáveis voam
há qualquer um lá
nós não éramos muitos
eu vi que o deus você a duvida?
trançado e tecido
podem falar do amor em uma casa de campo
quando o vento trabalhar de encontro a nós na obscuridade
abaixo do helm do guerreiro

 



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