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eu sou fevered
quando liberdade de sua altura da montanha
eu encho este copo
qual se mantem
completamente dos rasgos
para vir assim logo a isto imaginou a obscuridade
tem por muito tempo a luz solar do verăo brilhada
eu estou morrendo
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
o mistério o mais escuro, o mais estranho

 



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