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mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
f4-lo vêem sempre um jacaré
no porto de york novo
eu tive um medo em minha vida
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
a escuridão
um olhar é mas um raio
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
eu vi com olhos abertos

 



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