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poem for pastors

desde que, se voc estiver por meu lado hoje
alguns dos hurts que voc se curou
eu sou fevered
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
veja que eu me dou a voc
em setembro
mundo que muda sob minha mo
os dias hypocritic
eu vi as estrelas as mais orgulhosas
serene da tarde e brilhante verdes
se eu for muito certo
de nossos lugares escondidos

 



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