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eu estou morrendo
através do peito aching da terra larga
sad são que sabem não o amor
um gleam do ouro no gloom e no cinza
melhore do que o granito
a festa real foi feita
em e sobre
era uma beleza nos dias
um poeta, fazendo exame do breio fora de sua lingüeta
os dias hypocritic
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
eu vi a primeira pera
vivido pelo river-side

 



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