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pouco parque que eu passo completamente
cidade que não é uma cidade
eu vi as nuvens entre os montes
caído assim
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra
esse companheiro estranho veio em baralhar os pés
renove a visão do prazer
o alvorecer era verde maçã
quando eu retornei no por do sol
sadly falando
deixe-nos piedade aqueles de que seja melhor fora do que nós são
a o que uma mulher a comparará beloved

 



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