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meu amor verdadeiro de seu descanso levantou-se
flores dos bebês
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
e assim vai
no alvorecer, disse
em setembro
não permaneça não mais
eu ganhei a raça
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
agora quando meus bordos viverem

 



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