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wedding poem

quando eu era quebrou em Londres
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
levantou-se e o âmbar era o por do sol no rio

 



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