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eu vi a primeira pera
entre as montanhas eu vagueei
simplicity
eu vou minha maneira complacently
pouca porta foi alcançada no último
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
sua cara é justa e lisa e fina

 



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