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para prestar atenção o dia inteiro à onda azul ondular e quebrar
última meia-noite
não do mundo largo do todo
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
temos nós nenhum shame?
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
mas eu não posso lê-lo agora
do assoalho ao teto
escute o mar soando
minha mãe ensinou-me que cada noite
olhe para fora em cima das estrelas, meu amor
os dias melancólicos vieram
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim
eu não queimo nenhum incense

 



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