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friend poem

quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
a festa real foi feita
se ele
sabe uma liberação barata
vivido pelo river-side
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
você ouve a chuva?
melhore do que o granito
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
macia weeping
envolva a terra no tempo cloudy
para vir assim logo a isto imaginou a obscuridade
como nivelar cai
eu estou cantando-lhe

 



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