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eu ouvi-os na noite
sumário em uma noite do vôo
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
quando eu retornei no por do sol
gloom
a noite é escura, e os ventos do inverno
as estrelas caíram do heaven
eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhă
faça exame de meus bracelets

 



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