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o oeste velho, o tempo velho
quando uma ação for feita para a liberdade
eu vi com olhos abertos
conseqüentemente eu não posso
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
homem frio stern
pela costa, pelo mar
arched a inundação
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
os dias endeared a cada MUSE
havia um strangeness em seus bordos

 



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