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quem ama a chuva
todos tragam os anos
escuro-eyed
pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
é ido
têm você não ouvido
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
pela costa, pelo mar
você recorda
eighty anos passaram, e mais
um por um, como sae de uma árvore
balançado no berço do profundo
sua cara é justa e lisa e fina

 



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