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bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
a criança que jogou afastado a folha após a folha
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
eu vi a primeira pera
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
filhas do tempo
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim
e meu nome é truthful
veio fazer exame de me pela mão
disse

 



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