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bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
eu ando abaixo os trajetos do jardim
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais
os dias melancólicos vieram
nós que estiveram
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
pharaoh, rei da terra de Egipto
traga-me a canção macia
a neve sussurra sobre mim
a o que uma mulher a comparará beloved
o ar está cheio do alvorecer e da mola
o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir

 



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