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havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
um history muito notável isto é
sad são que sabem não o amor
ao amante passionate
behold mim, em meus chiffon, gauze e ouropel
desolado e solitário
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
o cheiro do levantou-se assim falso, os espinhos assim verdadeiros
eu disse
irmão, eu sou fogo
este é o arsenal

 



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