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eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
sentar-se em seu balancim que espera seu chá
mulher boa
um gleam do ouro no gloom e no cinza
nossos momentos agradáveis voam
ido antes de nós
os corredores de mármore resounding longos
fala não bem
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?
aflija-se não para o invisível
um com você

 



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