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eighty anos passaram, e mais
eu moldei o mundo
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
eu despise meus amigos mais do que vocę
é ido
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
a luz retirada
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
vocę diz que vocę me ama
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
cara esposa
eu resido na montanha da tabela

 



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