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em números mournful
o céu
abaixo de minha janela em uma rua da cidade
temos nós nenhum shame?
e pão do breaketh mais
como deva mim ajude à direita ao mundo que está indo erradamente
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
olhar além
as verdades terríveis estes sejam
ao amante passionate
para a verdade, para o amor
homem frio stern
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado

 



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