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eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
como uma vela branca
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
sad são que sabem não o amor
não seja falso
como eu me encontro telhado dentro, selecionado dentro
tiveram e i mas encontrado com
lá pela janela na casa velha
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
eu detestei-o
nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas
com vermelho do sangue dos bordos e coração da pedra

 



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