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eu estive
sobre o rio, no monte
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
a senhora, seu coração girou para a poeira
nenhuma rapina Ă© mim de pensamentos pobres
nos salões do sono você vagueou perto
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
f4-lo vêem sempre um jacaré
quando o vento trabalhar de encontro a nĂłs na obscuridade
jogaram uma pedra, vocĂŞ jogaram uma pedra

 



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