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teria mesmo seu gracejo
ao amante passionate
eu sei năo onde
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
sua cara é justa e lisa e fina
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
o rolo sad do cilindro muffled tem a batida
a escuridăo
sob a folha dusky do laurel

 



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