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burly, humble-abelha aplanar
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
esta é a cançăo da juventude
uma névoa estava dirigindo para baixo
eu vi que vocę hunched e tiritando nas pedras
bonito
năo esteja irritado com mim
nós colocamos
estes sejam
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
através do peito aching da terra larga
pôde tę-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada

 



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