"...Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding.
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.
(...)
Indian, Indian what did you die for?
Indian says, nothing at all."
"Dawn's Highway"
An American Prayer
Jim Morrison
1970
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Jim. Um poeta, antes que um músico.
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