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a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
e nse
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
vocĂŞ diz que vocĂŞ me ama
glass-blower do tempo
era muitas e muito um ano há
a mulher faltou-me muito, como vocĂŞ se chama me, chamada
olhar além
eu sei nĂŁo onde
meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
como nivelar cai
tem por muito tempo a luz solar do verĂŁo brilhada

 



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