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aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
com o por do sol
as verdades terríveis estes sejam
como eu me encontro telhado dentro, selecionado dentro
carrinho aqui por meu lado
não seja falso
quando você vier hoje à noite
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
seja paciente, vida, quando o amor está na porta
poderíamos nós mas para saber
nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas

 



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