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disse
perguntam-me onde eu estive
sua cara é justa e lisa e fina
escuro-eyed
eu vim no deserto porque minha alma é athirst
o alvorecer era verde maçã
o céu
eu vou minha maneira complacently
eu detestei-o
há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame
a noite era preta e drear

 



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