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dê-me
os drowses pálidos do dia no ocidental embebem
veja, desta moeda falsa dele
o oeste velho, o tempo velho
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
a terra mantem algum ir da vibração
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
eu penso d esplêndido justo

 



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