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eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
é ido
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
nos salões do sono você vagueou perto
doce e forte
raça elevado-carregada

 



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