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você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
laranjas arrancando nubian azul-pretas
paredes e enorme elevados
um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas
nossos momentos agradáveis voam
do sol nem das estrelas
os dias hypocritic
eu ganhei a raça
antes do saint de bronze solemn
vontade você glimmer no mar?
mas alas, sonhos justos
caras bonitas, tragical
doubtless eu recordo ainda
simplicity

 



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