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havia nunca um som ao lado da madeira mas de uma
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
o movimento do seu corpo é como a música
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
renove a visão do prazer
com seu cabelo que flaying descontroladamente

 



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