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eu sou cansado de ser amargo e cansado de ser sábio
as canções velhas
este é o arsenal
a noite era preta e drear
há um que esse i amou uma vez assim muito
na meia-noite
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
doce e forte
um com você
quando eu retornei no por do sol
e com o pássaro humming
as canções antigas
eu amei uma mulher
glass-blower do tempo

 



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