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você é bonito e desvanecido
nos salões do sono você vagueou perto
sono, irmão cinzento da morte
nós não éramos muitos
envolva a terra no tempo cloudy
qual eu desejo observar
eu estou morrendo
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
eu vi a primeira pera
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres

 



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