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nos salőes do sono vocę vagueou perto
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
para entăo without
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
deixe um sustento da alegria vocę
talvez
raça elevado-carregada
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
no porto de york novo

 



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