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South birds
The band disbanded
rising from the trees the vacuum that was the end of his exile wings open wounds in the evening acinzar and tame the agony the day the dark darken the river and the green of the harvest and pass through the threshing floor where the sun landed in drops of dew luarento and faltering Refresh fatigue and sleep a while Southern birds bunch of loose wings bring melodies p'ra sing the girls on nights of pilgrimage on nights of pilgrimage the dawn of flutter oscillates my grief heaven to stray blue bursts in water and the birds become wakes the dream of a peasant and delivery in the south the cold that night made is half of the match and the color on the horizon thickens the farewell and the spurt source wings open wounds dust in the sun soothes a stir restlessly that refreshes my soul Southern birds bunch of loose wings bring melodies to sing the girls on nights of pilgrimage on nights of pilgrimage |
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South birds
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZHM5VJVtNd0
"Jack Smith" escreveu na mensagem ... The band disbanded rising from the trees the vacuum that was the end of his exile wings open wounds in the evening acinzar and tame the agony the day the dark darken the river and the green of the harvest and pass through the threshing floor where the sun landed in drops of dew luarento and faltering Refresh fatigue and sleep a while Southern birds bunch of loose wings bring melodies p'ra sing the girls on nights of pilgrimage on nights of pilgrimage the dawn of flutter oscillates my grief heaven to stray blue bursts in water and the birds become wakes the dream of a peasant and delivery in the south the cold that night made is half of the match and the color on the horizon thickens the farewell and the spurt source wings open wounds dust in the sun soothes a stir restlessly that refreshes my soul Southern birds bunch of loose wings bring melodies to sing the girls on nights of pilgrimage on nights of pilgrimage |
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