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última meia-noite
o que era ele os motores ditos
o céu
há uns ganhos para todas nossas perdas
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
jogaram uma pedra, vocę jogaram uma pedra
mulher boa
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble

 



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