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há um país completamente do vinho
eu tive um medo em minha vida
última meia-noite
quando o vento trabalhar de encontro a nós na obscuridade
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?
até sua janela da câmara
arched a inundação
talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
eu vi que o deus você a duvida?

 



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