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balançado no berço do profundo
eu despise meus amigos mais do que você
e assim vai
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas
escuro-eyed
os céus que eram ashen e sober
eu resido na montanha da tabela
pouca porta foi alcançada no último

 



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