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o alvorecer era verde maçã
acima de e para baixo vai
nos salões do sono você vagueou perto
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
meu filho está inoperante e eu sou cortina indo
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
eu vi as estrelas as mais orgulhosas
a o que uma mulher a comparará beloved
eu penso d esplêndido justo

 



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