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e meu nome é truthful
eu vi com olhos abertos
uma vida na onda do oceano
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
săo idos os tręs, aquelas irmăs raras
eu moldei o mundo
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
é verdadeiro que vocę diz que os deuses lhe săo mais uso do que fairies
cante-o outra vez ŕ cançăo cantado
e nse
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
um poeta, fazendo exame do breio fora de sua lingüeta
eu vi as nuvens entre os montes

 



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