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o oeste velho, o tempo velho
de repente, fora das maneiras escuras e frondosas
as verdades terríveis estes sejam
escute
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
a festa real foi feita
eu fiz um voto uma vez, um somente
talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
qual eu desejo observar
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
composto do loveliness sozinho
a algum os deuses gordos

 



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