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deixe-me ser sad
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
o relâmpago piscou, e levantou
eu amo roubar por algum tempo afastado
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
era muitas e muito um ano há
eu sou o vento que wavers
qual eu desejo observar
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
eu prendo seu coração
ao lado de um campo stricken
uma sombra cinzenta fina na borda do pensamento

 



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