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cidade que não é uma cidade
um pensamento doce solemn
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
nós não éramos muitos
você diz que você me ama
e como poderia você sonho da reunião
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
ao lado de um campo stricken
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
os arcos da ponte vermelha
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas

 



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