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eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
eu gosto d
eu sou uma mulher
havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
para poder ver cada lado de cada pergunta
a senhora, seu coração girou para a poeira
para prestar atenção o dia inteiro à onda azul ondular e quebrar
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro

 



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