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quando o vento trabalhar de encontro a nós na obscuridade
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
os dias hypocritic
musing, entre o por do sol e a obscuridade
não esteja irritado com mim
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
você é meu companheiro
quem ama a chuva
antes do saint de bronze solemn
há um que esse i amou uma vez assim muito
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
eu vou minha maneira complacently
você é bonito e desvanecido

 



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