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do assoalho ao teto
deixe-me mover-se lentamente através da rua
como águias na elevação ascendente
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
eu resido na montanha da tabela
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
eu quero saber às vezes se for realmente verdadeiro
meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
o que mim lhe devem
a escuridão
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor


 



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