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velas que toppling lateralmente em umas latas do tomate
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
eu estou cantando-lhe
é verdadeiro que você diz que os deuses lhe são mais uso do que fairies
talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
para vestir o pensamento impetuoso
você ouve a chuva?
doubtless eu recordo ainda
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
arched a inundação
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas

 



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