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o mistério o mais escuro, o mais estranho
conseqüentemente eu não posso
sentar-se em seu balancim que espera seu chá
simplicity
as canções velhas
caído assim
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
não seja falso
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness

 



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