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porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
a terra mantem algum ir da vibração
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
quando o vento trabalhar de encontro a nós na obscuridade
uma vida na onda do oceano
quando o véu dos olhos for levantado
faça os meninos e as meninas vão ainda
há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame

 



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