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você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
é ido
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final
cara esposa
eu despise meus amigos mais do que você
quietamente, com reverance, no awe
um olhar é mas um raio
fraco-é voada a canção
deixe-me mover-se lentamente através da rua
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais

 



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