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eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
última meia-noite
agora quando meus bordos viverem
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
que possibilidade spiteful rouba unawares
quem é o corredor nos céus
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
evidenciado no glimmer em seus olhos
não pendure nenhuma grinalda
mundo que muda sob minha mão
a senhora, seu coração girou para a poeira

 



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