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os drowses pálidos do dia no ocidental embebem
entre as montanhas eu vagueei
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
envolva a terra no tempo cloudy
eu estou morrendo
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?
nossos momentos agradáveis voam
levantado dos mortos
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
aqueles olhos pretos i elogiado uma vez assim
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
um pensamento doce solemn
agite
um com você

 



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