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com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente
travails da terra
eighty anos passaram, e mais
era muitas e muito um ano há
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim
trançado e tecido
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
deixe-me ser sad
há um país completamente do vinho
um por um, como sae de uma árvore
babylon -- onde eu vou sonhar
eu verei uma estrela hoje à noite
renove a visão do prazer

 



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