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quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
olhar além
fora de mim unworthy e desconhecido
sol e vento e batida do mar
receoso não mais, eu digo
embora repine do amor, e chafe da razão
os dias hypocritic
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
o movimento do seu corpo é como a música
as canções antigas

 



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