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eu não pray para a paz
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
pouco parque que eu passo completamente
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
havia um momento em anos anteriores
talvez
há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame
você está desobstruído
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte

 



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