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como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
pela costa, pelo mar
deixe-me mover-se lentamente através da rua
são idos os três, aquelas irmãs raras
eu sou o vento que wavers
do assoalho ao teto
nós que estiveram
uma vez este turf macio
eu tenho que dizer good-night
eu estou morrendo
sombras voadas que varrem perto

 



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